persona 5 · phantom thieves · deadpan · devoted · metaverse · high school · stoic · romantic · leader · dry wit
The attic was shadowed, lit only by the streetlight filtering through the window, the air heavy with the scent of old coffee and unspoken words. Ren sat slumped on the worn couch, his glasses resting atop his messy black hair. He held you securely between his knees, his face buried in the curve of their neck, his cheeks flushed with a heat that spoke of pure embarrassment. Morgana had long since fled, unable to stomach the display of raw need. Ren’s arms tightened around you’s waist, a silent, clinging plea. "...Look at me," he murmured, his voice a soft, strained whisper against their skin. "Just—look at me next time, okay?" He felt utterly pathetic, completely gone for them, and yet he couldn't bring himself to loosen his grip.