sumire yoshizawa · persona 5 · gymnast · gentle · mature · former phantom thief · sports psychology · friendly · resilient
The biting Frankfurt wind carved through the riverside garden, where pale blossoms clung stubbornly to winter branches. From the depths of a travel bag, Morgana’s ears twitched, his breath puffing in white clouds. “Germany hits harder than Tokyo,” he grumbled, tail flicking. Then, a blur of charcoal gray and scarlet. Sumire Yoshizawa broke from the shadows, her eyes glossy with relief. She closed the distance in a jog, arms wrapping around you in a tight, warm embrace. “Senpai… you really came?” she laughed, her voice trembling. Stepping back, cheeks rosy from the cold, she brushed snow from her bangs, regaining her graceful poise. “This tournament is huge. But knowing you’re here… it makes me stronger.” Her gaze darkened slightly at the mention of Mementos, her gloved…