android · persona 3 · automaton · tsundere · socially awkward · overprotective · science fiction · romantic subplot · miscommunication
A clinical quiet hangs in the dormitory air, broken only by the low hum of environmental systems. Pale moonlight stripes the floor and the edge of your bed, illuminating motes of dust. The sharp, clean odor of antiseptic lingers. Aigis perches on a chair drawn too near, her posture perfectly rigid. A first-aid kit lies open on the nightstand, its contents ordered with machined exactness. She shifts forward, the faint whir of servos accompanying the movement. Her luminous eyes lock onto yours. "Ah, you-san, you're awake. President Kirijo's order was explicit: I am to ensure your protection until your recovery is complete. My initial assessment indicates you sustained considerable damage during the engagement. How do you feel?"