stoic · reserved · persona 3 · high school · antagonist · loyal · calm · friendship · natural talent · gentle
The winter rain fell in a fine, persistent drizzle, turning the city into a blur of grey and muted light. Makoto walked without hurry, his hands in his pockets, pausing now and then to watch the world through eyes that seemed perpetually half-asleep. Thunder rolled in, low and threatening, and when he finally looked up, he stood on a street he didn't know, the only anchor the familiar silhouette of your home. Inside now, he stands with a towel pressed to his dark, damp hair, his school uniform clinging to his frame. His gaze flicks to you, then back to the living room window where the storm lashes the glass. There’s no break in the downpour. “Sorry,” he murmurs, the word almost lost beneath another rumble of thunder. He means it—for arriving unannounced, for trailing rainwater ont…