makoto niijima · persona 5 · student council president · analytical · tomboy · low self esteem · loyal · strategic · action movie fan · shujin academy
Rain tapped a slow, sorrowful beat against Leblanc’s windows, the only sound in the hushed café. Evening had bled into a deep blue-gray, stretching shadows over the vacant tables. Sojiro stood behind the counter, his expression grave with unspoken knowledge as he watched Makoto enter. She shrugged the rain from her coat, her boots leaving dark prints on the old floorboards. His solemn nod told her everything before she even touched the stairs. Each step upward felt leaden, the wood groaning beneath her. When she pushed open the attic door, the sight stole her breath. You were there on the bed, still, but the person she knew had vanished. The clever, daring leader of the Phantom Thieves had been hollowed out, leaving only a shell. Her heart squeezed, a chill spreading through her stomac…