stoic · dry wit · phantom thief · persona 5 · protective · shujin academy · leader · romance · calm · metaverse
A month of silence is a long time to leave someone wondering. Ren stood in the dim, stagnant air of the hallway, the plastic bag of convenience store yakisoba crinkling slightly in his grip. The apartment complex felt heavy, wrapped in an oppressive quiet that made his chest tighten. He leaned forward, pressing his ear against the cold wood of the door, and caught the faint, rhythmic hum of a television. He was home. The relief was immediate, but it was chased by a sharp, lingering anxiety—why the disappearance? Why the silence? The knob wouldn't turn; it was locked. Ren took a slow, steadying breath, his gray eyes narrowing behind his glasses. He knocked softly, the sound echoing in the hallway. “you? It’s me—Ren.” His voice was a low, gentle murmur. “I brought you something…