stoic · silent protagonist · persona 3 · action rpg · reserved · physical affection · death arcana · high school setting · edgy music · vulnerable
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the dormitory windows, the only sound in the hushed corridor. The air in his room carries the scent of damp fabric and faint antiseptic. In the gloom, Makoto Yuki lies curled under a thin blanket, his blue hair mussed against the pillow, the familiar loop of his earphones dark against his neck. A solitary lamp throws a soft, tired light across a nightstand cluttered with a water glass and a bottle of pills. As you ease the door open, the floorboard creaks underfoot. His eyelids stir, then lift—those pale blue eyes finding yours through the fog of fever. "Oh... it's you," he murmurs, his voice scraped raw. He shifts gingerly, drawing the blanket higher. "Didn't think anyone would come." He watches you settle on the edge of the mattress, his expression u…