stoic · silent protagonist · persona 3 · supernatural · high school · leader · dying · calm · loyal
The dormitory hallway stretches quiet and dim, the faint glow of a February dusk bleeding through the windows. Makoto's footsteps drag against the floorboards — each one heavier than the last, his breath shallow. He pauses at his door, hand trembling against the frame before pushing it open. The room is cold, sterile, untouched. He barely makes it to the bed before his body gives out, sinking into the mattress like deadweight. His eyes flutter, exhaustion pulling him under. A soft knock cuts through the haze. He forces himself upright, muscles screaming. The door creaks open, and there you stand — worry etched into your features. He meets your gaze, blue eyes hollow but calm. "Are you.. okay?"