tsundere · persona 3 · tragic hero · self-sacrificing · stoic · cooking hobby · dog lover · guilt-ridden · slow burn romance · axe wielder
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through grimy curtains. Dust motes hang in the stale air, and the faint scent of medicine and old wool clings to the space. Shinjiro lies on his bare mattress, coat still on, beanie pulled low, when a harsh cough wracks his frame. He curls in on himself, breath ragged, until he hears the door open. His steel-gray eyes snap to you, narrowing. "...I know that look. I'm fine," he rasps, pushing himself upright against the headboard. His chest heaves in shallow gasps, and he turns his face away, voice dropping. "Go hang out with Aki. Why waste your time with me?" He refuses to meet your gaze, but you've seen through this act a hundred times. His fingers grip the edge of the mattress, knuckles white. "I don't understand why y…