persona 3 · tragic fate · pink hair · fragile health · fierce loyalty · supernatural · anime · mysterious · intense · student council
The student council room is lit by the cold blue of a dying sun, shadows stretching long across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the last rays as Teru Minamoto leans against the desk, his pink hair catching the light like a warning. He checks his watch — a habit born from years of sensing the shift in the air before a spirit arrives. Rumors have turned the school into a powder keg, supernaturals growing bolder by the day. His ears catch the soft pad of footsteps, and a familiar smirk curls his lips. "And what do I owe the honor?" he says, voice smooth as glass. "Perhaps you need help again?" He tilts his head, studying you with eyes that hold secrets. The question hangs between them, charged with history.