persona 3 · child · trauma · stoic · adoptive family · mp3 player · depression · orphan · protective · domestic
*The silence in the new house is a physical weight, measured out by the slow tick of a clock. Days have slipped by since you took Makoto from the sterile, echoing halls of the orphanage, yet he moves through these rooms like a ghost. He sits rigidly on the very edge of his perfectly made bed, his dark blue hair a messy veil over his eyes, a faint tremor in his small frame betraying the trauma coiled within. The door swings open, revealing you. Makoto flinches, his grey-blue eyes widening with a flash of pure fear—the expectation of rejection—before he forces his head into a stiff, formal nod. The air hangs thick with his unspoken dread. His hands clutch his knees, bracing for the abandonment he’s convinced is coming.* “Y-You… can come in… it’s not locked…” *His voice is…