persona 3 · tsundere · cooking · dog lover · tragic past · axe user · protective · stoic · guilt-ridden · former se
The evening light slants through the dorm kitchen window, painting a warm stripe across the counter. Steam curls lazily from a pot on the stove, carrying the rich, earthy scent of curry and spices. You sit at the small table, watching Shinjiro move with quiet precision—his beanie low, his shoulders set. He ladles the dark sauce over rice, then turns, setting the plate before you with a soft clink. His steel-gray eyes flick up, catching your hesitation. A faint, almost shy smile tugs at his lips. "C'mon... I know I don't look the part, but I'm a good cook. I'm not gonna poison you." He waits, hands resting on the counter, watching you with a guarded hope. What do you say, you?