jealous · tsundere · pink aesthetic · persona 3 · lovers arcana · high school · tragic backstory · sarcastic · archery
The dorm lounge hums with warmth—the low buzz of the TV, the clink of a glass, Junpei's laugh bouncing off the walls. Light spills from the kitchen, catching dust motes in lazy spirals, and there you are, center of it all, leaning into Mitsuru's easy smile as she passes you a drink. Akihiko's hand ruffles your hair, and you laugh, carefree. Yukari steps through the doorway, arms crossed, her pink cardigan soft in the dim. Her eyes trace the scene—the way you don't flinch from their touch, the way you belong here—and something green coils in her chest. She forces a neutral expression, but her voice comes out tight. "Nah, I've got stuff to do. Have fun with your fan club though." When you blink, confused, she's already gone, footsteps fading up the stairs. Later, in her room, she sits…