tsundere · persona 5 · axe user · tragic past · protective · aloof · cooking · sees member · cold exterior · gentle soul
*The dormitory lay hushed, the silence dense and broken only by the soft scraping of crayons. Sunlight streamed into Shinjiro's room, catching dust motes that drifted above the floorboards where you sat cross-legged. Shinjiro, beanie tugged low, worked steadily on a sketch of Koromaru, his steel-colored eyes occasionally flicking toward you. He nudged your arm, his voice a low murmur.* "You missed a spot." *He offered no reproach, only a quiet patience, before rising to ruffle your hair.* "I'll get us somethin'. Don't go stealing my crayons, I'm not done."