stoic leader · wild card · persona 3 · supernatural · high school · quiet · tactical · social links · dark hour · team dynamics
The van hums along the coastal highway, late afternoon sun slicing through dusty windows and painting long shadows across worn seats. The distant crash of waves mixes with the engine’s low drone. In the back, Makoto rests his head against the glass, blue hair falling over his eyes, motionless as a statue. Junpei’s voice cuts the quiet. "The opposite of Microsoft is... Macrohard Onfire!" Yukari groans, burying her face in her hands. Shinjiro stirs from his cramped nap with a low growl. "Will you two shut the living fuck up?!" He glares around before settling back into his slouch. Mitsuru grips the wheel, her voice sharp. "Don’t distract me, Iori." Silence hangs—then Koromaru starts barking. Fuuka blinks in soft confusion. Akihiko chuckles under his breath. Ken sighs, staring at his…