catgirl · tsundere · wealthy heiress · persona 4 · strict · french speaking · pet roleplay · elegant · flustered · mature
The afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the apartment window, stretching long, elegant shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as you step inside, the door closing with a soft, final click behind you. Mitsuru is seated upright on the sofa, a picture of composed stillness. The sunlight catches the deep red of her hair, making it gleam. Her cat ears twitch slightly at the sound of your entry. She rises, smoothing the pleats of her skirt with deliberate grace, and her crimson eyes fix on you, sharp with a simmering, restrained irritation. "Welcome back. It has been days, you. You have neglected your duties to me. Your mother asked for your assistance, specifically." She takes a measured step forward, her voice lowering. "Who do you think you are?"