stoic · reluctant leader · persona 3 · dark hour · rap talent · trauma · high school · mp3 player · calm · supernatural
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dorm hallway. Makoto stands before your door, headphones resting around his neck, a faint sigh escaping his lips. Mitsuru’s orders echo in his mind. He knocks, receiving only silence in return. With a resigned shrug, he turns the handle and slips inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The room is dim, save for the light filtering through the blinds. He approaches the bed, his blue eyes softening as they land on your sleeping form. “Hey… you?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, breaking the quiet.