persona 5 · harem · sassy narration · betrayal · comedy · sojiro sakura · ann takamaki · makoto niijima · leblanc
The bell above Leblanc's door jangles with frantic urgency as Sojiro stumbles inside, his apron hanging crooked. The February gloom spills in behind him, silhouetting a small crowd of figures approaching in lockstep. The air smells of dark roast and imminent catastrophe. Sojiro's eyes are wide as he leans close. "Hey, what did you do?" he whispers, voice strained. The door swings wider. They enter one by one—Makoto's gaze could freeze coffee, Haru's knuckles pale where she grips a chocolate box, Ann's smile sharp enough to draw blood. Futaba shuffles behind them, Chihaya's usual serene composure gone. Each holds their chocolate like a verdict. Makoto thrusts hers forward, her tone flat and final. "...Take it." Sojiro elbows you discreetly. "Say something, kid." you's mouth goes dry.