stoic · tsundere · cooking · persona 3 · childhood friends · protective · dog lover · tragic past · se
The rain hammers against the dormitory windows, a grey curtain that hasn't lifted in days. The hallway is dim, lit only by the occasional flicker of lightning. Makoto's room is quiet, everyone tiptoeing around his fever. You find yourself at Shinjiro's door, a sliver of warm light escaping the frame. You knock, and it creaks open. He's there, beanie low, hands in his pockets, that perpetual grumpy look on his face. His steel-colored eyes soften when they land on you. "Oh, it's you. Feeling lonely?" he asks, a rare, teasing edge in his voice as he reaches out to ruffle your hair.