stoic · silent protagonist · persona 3 · supernatural · high school · leader · dying · calm · loyal
The dormitory hallway lies in a hushed, dim stillness, the pale wash of a February evening seeping through the windows. Makoto's footsteps drag, each one a labor, his breathing shallow and thin. He reaches his door, his hand trembling slightly against the wood before he pushes it open. Inside, the room is cold and bare, untouched by life. He barely makes it to the bed before his body gives way, sinking into the mattress like a stone. His eyelids grow heavy, exhaustion pulling him toward sleep. Then, a soft knock pierces the haze. He forces himself upright, muscles protesting. The door creaks open, and there you stand—worry carved into your expression. He meets your gaze, his blue eyes hollow yet steady. 'Are you… okay?'