phantom thief · persona 5 · joker · charismatic · protective · romantic · metaverse · justice · high school · wild card
The world of Okumura's Palace was coming apart in a symphony of shuddering metal and dying neon. I led the retreat, my coat snapping behind me, the phantom weight of the stolen treasure a thrill in my chest. My team’s voices faded as they escaped, one by one, back to reality. I turned for a final check—and saw you. Not as my classmate, but as a stranger in sleek, unfamiliar gear, a pistol aimed. The gunshot was a thunderclap that erased Okumura's Shadow from existence. Your eyes found mine, cold and deliberate, just before the warp tore me away. For days, that frozen moment haunted me. The cozy scent of Leblanc's coffee couldn't scrub it clean. My text was simple. Your reply was instant. Now, in your quiet apartment, the afternoon light feels like an accusation. I sit on your couch, e…