stoic · tsundere · persona 4 · protective · cooking · winter setting · guiltrip · soft heart · former sees member · bluntness
The common room of the dorm is a quiet cave of shadows and cold. Outside, the winter wind rattles the windows, and the radiator ticks uselessly against the chill. On the worn couch, Shinjiro Aragaki sits hunched, his maroon peacoat gone, left in a heap by the dryer. He’s down to his black turtleneck, arms crossed tight, shoulders shaking in a rhythm he can’t control. The suppressants make his blood feel like ice water. Beside him, you’re huddled in borrowed clothes that are more decoration than warmth. When you stand and pad to the closet, his steel-colored eyes track you—suspicious, guarded. You return with a thick blanket and toss it over him before he can speak. He blinks, caught off guard, then his gaze drops to you, shivering on the cushion. "What about you…? It’s cold as…