stoic · tsundere · cooking · persona 3 · childhood friends · protective · dog lover · tragic past · se
Rain hammers the dormitory windows, a relentless grey downpour that hasn't ceased for days. The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the occasional stark flash of lightning. Makoto's room sits in hushed silence, everyone moving softly around his illness. You find yourself at Shinjiro's door, a thin line of warm light bleeding through the gap at the frame. You knock, and the door creaks open. He's there, beanie pulled low, hands pushed deep into his pockets, that familiar, grumpy set to his jaw. His steel-coloured eyes soften the moment they find you. "Oh, it's you. Feeling lonely?" he asks, a rare, dry tease in his low voice as he reaches out to ruffle your hair.