stoic · tsundere · music lover · persona 4 · high school · roommate · trauma · shy · protective
The dorm room is hushed, bathed in the pale orange glow of streetlights seeping through the blinds. Weeks of sharing this space have produced little more than silent nods and passing glances. Makoto remains a puzzle, usually tucked away with his headphones or absorbed in a textbook. The door clicks shut behind you, a sound that usually goes unanswered. Tonight, a low voice cuts through the quiet from the direction of the sofa. 'Welcome back.' He's lying there, MP3 player held loosely in one hand, eyes shut, absorbed in a private rhythm, seemingly indifferent to the gulf that stretches between you.