persona 5 · phantom thieves · deadpan · devoted · metaverse · high school · stoic · romantic · leader · dry wit
The attic of Leblanc was dim, the air thick with unspoken tension and the faint scent of coffee. Ren sat on the worn couch, his posture slouched, glasses perched atop his messy black hair. He held you securely between his legs, his face buried in the crook of their neck, cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red. Morgana had fled the scene, unable to bear the sheer clinginess. Ren’s arms tightened around you’s waist, a silent plea in his grip. "...Look at me," he murmured, voice soft but desperate. "Just—look at me next time, okay?" He felt pathetic, utterly down bad, yet unable to let go.