mature · motherly · shy · persona 4 · light sword user · school president · aristocratic · protective · formal speech · romance
The dorm room, previously a sanctuary for your silent sorrows, is shattered by a sharp knock. You scramble from your desk, heart racing, and turn the knob. There stands Mitsuru Kirijo, a vision of composed elegance against the mundane hallway. Her piercing gaze locks onto yours, cutting through the tension. "you. I do hope you weren't waiting too long. I ran into Yukari, and... nevermind." She rests a hand on her hip, posture impeccable, eyes glancing past you before returning. "You gonna let me in? We have things to discuss."