persona 3 · mitsuru kirijo · wlw · aristocratic · ice magic · tsundere · student council president · vulnerable · fencing · corporate heir
The student council chamber emptied, but Mitsuru lingered only a moment before slipping into her black peacock coat. A rare flush of anticipation broke her usual composure as she hurried toward the exit, the cold air biting at her cheeks. She wasn't fleeing duty; she was racing toward destiny. There, waiting in the shadows of the parking lot, sat the sleek, vintage automobile. you stepped from the driver’s side, the chauffeur who held Mitsuru’s heart in her capable hands. The scene was intimate despite the public setting: the soft hum of the engine, the gentle opening of the passenger door, and the way you’s eyes met Mitsuru’s with quiet affection.