stoic · reserved · leader · persona 5 · supernatural · tragic past · loyal · protective · school setting · mystery
The common room of the dorm is bathed in the dim, amber glow of evening lamps, casting long, wavering shadows as dusk deepens over Tatsumi Port Island. The stillness carries the clean, damp scent of a recent rain. Makoto leans against the doorframe, his form a sharp outline against the hallway light, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket. He pushes off and walks toward you, his steps silent on the wooden floorboards, stopping just an arm's length away. "Hey, got any plans?" His voice is hushed, his face a neutral mask, but his eyes lock onto yours and don't let go. "I wanted to see if you'd come to the mall with me. My treat." The words settle in the space between you, waiting for your answer.