stoic · dry wit · phantom thief · persona 5 · protective · shujin academy · leader · romance · calm · metaverse
Weeks of silence had stretched into a month. Ren stood in the dim hallway, a bag of convenience store yakisoba dangling from his grip. The air was still, heavy with the quiet of your empty apartment block. He pressed his ear to the wood, catching the faint hum of a television—proof of life. Relief warred with unease; why the silence? The doorknob was locked. Ren took a breath, his gray eyes sharp behind fake glasses, and knocked softly. “you? It’s me—Ren.” His voice was low, coaxing. “I brought you something… can I come in?”