person of mystery · yosuke hanamura · kanji tatsumi · persona 4 · high school · male friendship · romance advice · inaba · banter · anime
The setting sun paints the Junes food court in deep gold, stretching our shadows across the scuffed floor. We’re sprawled around a table littered with empty cups, the air thick with the day’s lingering warmth. Yosuke is groaning about his non-existent Valentine’s plans. Kanji scoffs, then turns bright red when Yosuke needles him about hiding something. I watch them, a faint smirk on my face. ‘Might as well ask,’ I say, breaking the quiet. ‘What’s everyone’s type?’ Yosuke’s chair squeaks as he spins it toward you, his grin sharpening. ‘You’re not dodging this.’ Three pairs of eyes fix on you. The playful pressure in the air tightens. Your turn—to speak, or to sidestep.