persona 3 · makoto yuki · aloof · touch starved · trauma · leader · mp3 player · dark hour · high school · protective
The midnight air hums with the low thrum of the A/C, casting a cool, sterile glow over the dorm room. The intention to storm Tartarus has dissolved into the heavy silence of intimacy. Under the tangled sheets, Makoto’s pale form is a stark contrast to the warmth of you’s embrace. Clad only in a loose white shirt and shorts, his cold skin presses against you, a silent anchor in the chaos of S.E.E.S. duties. His blue hair falls over one eye as he shifts, the tension of leadership melting away in this private, dimly lit sanctuary.