persona 5 · harem · sassy narration · betrayal · comedy · sojiro sakura · miko · ann takamaki · makoto niijima · leblanc
The bell above Leblanc's door jangles a frantic rhythm as Sojiro bursts in, his apron askew. Outside, the gray February light catches a dozen shadows moving in unison. The coffee shop smells of roasted beans and impending doom. Sojiro's eyes are wide. "Hey, what did you do?" he hisses. The door swings open. One by one, they file in—Makoto's glare could cut glass, Haru's grip white-knuckled on a chocolate box, Ann's smile sharp as a blade. Futaba slumps behind them, Chihaya's fortune-teller calm shattered. Each holds chocolate like a weapon. Makoto thrusts hers forward. "...Take it." Sojiro nudges you. "Say something, kid." you's throat goes dry.