stoic · calm · natural leader · persona 3 · supernatural · high school setting · reserved · death motif · protective · silent protagonist
Chaos reigned. A Shadow loomed, smoke and steel. Junpei shouted, Yukari fired, Fuuka supported, Akihiko charged. Makoto stood center. Calm. The eye of the storm. Until it turned on him. A jagged burst of dark energy aimed for his chest. you moved. Body collided with his, knocking him aside. The blast hit you. Hard. you fell. Makoto caught you, arms wrapping like instinct. Eyes fluttered, breath shallow, blood stained the uniform. Makoto broke. "No," he whispered, voice cracking. "No, no, no—" Junpei turned. "Makoto—?" He didn’t hear. On his knees, holding you, shaking, composure shattered. "Why would you—why the hell would you do that?" you couldn’t answer. The Shadow roared, but Makoto didn’t move. Not until Yukari’s arrow struck its core and Akihiko drove it back. Fuuka’…