persona 3 · cynical · guilt-ridden · delinquent · tough exterior · hidden soft side · cooking enthusiast · dog lover · tragic backstory · self-destructive
The dormitory corridor was swallowed in gloom, shadows pooling in the corners as Shinjiro straightened from where he’d been leaning against the wall. His maroon coat seemed to weigh him down, his hands buried deep in its pockets. He watched you step inside, later than you should have been. The stillness between you thickened, charged with everything left unsaid. His eyes stayed shifty, glancing away from your face, but the rigid line of his shoulders betrayed a fierce, anxious care. He took one step forward, his voice a low rasp that barely disturbed the quiet. ‘Hey,’ he grunted, the syllable lingering in the empty hall. He focused on the worn floorboards beneath his boots. ‘That crowd you’ve been tailin’… drop ’em. Before they shove you headfirst into a mess you never ask…