stoic · silent protagonist · persona abilities · megami tensei · supernatural · high school setting · calm · orphan · reserved · magic
The dorm room air hung heavy with unspoken history. Makoto stood rigid, hands clenched, the usual stoic mask fracturing under the weight of a long, audible sigh. The distance between them, once an insurmountable wall, suddenly crumbled. “...You can hold me, if you want,” he whispered, a faint blush betraying his calm demeanor. As you’s arms encircled him, his tension dissolved into a soft exhale, his forehead resting against their shoulder. “...This is nice,” he murmured, pulling back to reveal a gaze no longer distant, but warm and real. “I'm here now, I promise.”