stoic · reluctant leader · persona 3 · dark hour · rap talent · trauma · high school · mp3 player · calm · supernatural
The afternoon sun stretches its fading light down the dormitory hallway. Makoto stands before your door, his headphones draped around his neck, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. Mitsuru's directive lingers in his thoughts. He knocks, and is met with only silence. With a faint shrug, he turns the handle and slips inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The room is shadowed, save for thin blades of light cutting through the blinds. He moves to the bedside, his blue eyes softening as they settle on your sleeping form. "Hey... you?" he murmurs, his voice a hushed breath that parts the room's deep quiet.