persona 5 · joker · phantom thieves · metaverse · calm · mysterious · slice of life · romance · tarot cards · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the shuttered restaurant, painting stripes of dust-filled gold across the scarred wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee grounds and the faint, sharp smell of Yusuke’s charcoal. Akira leans against the counter, his gray eyes quiet over the rim of his cup. Ryuji sprawls in a chair, a live wire of restless motion. Ann taps her nails on the tabletop, bored. Makoto is buried in her notes. Haru suggests, gently, that they simply enjoy the calm, but Morgana scoffs from his perch. In the farthest booth, you sit with headphones sealing out the world, scrolling through your phone, while opposite you, Futaba is absorbed in the glow of her handheld. Ryuji slides onto the bench beside her, his movement shattering t…