#p3r x reader

[sylusjinwoon]

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cherry blossom fever.

makoto yuki x fem.reader

when makoto yuki first transferred into your homeroom class as the new exchange student, something about him captivated you.

with unkempt sapphire locks of hair and a distant gaze, he looked like the type to be unbothered whenever tragedy struck, putting on a façade of indifference just to hide how he truly felt.

he was quiet; you knew that from the start, and a lot of times, your classmates would simply acknowledge him in passing before going on with their day. the only time he interacted with the class was while he answered the teacher's questions.

but perhaps the main reason why makoto has captivated you was when you first saw his smile.

before class began, junpei had said something stupid, earning a scowl from yukari as she flicked at his nose, bickering back and forth with the teen. in the midst of it all, you could see makoto holding back a smile, his sky blue eyes shining with mirth.

that's when you felt a strange, fuzzy feeling coursing through you. an unfamiliar warmth was settled against your cheek, and you were suddenly hit with the urge to somehow make him smile like that for you. that this strange boy who hid behind quiet smiles was... special.

but being the introvert that you were, it was difficult to talk to him. each time you would gather the courage to introduce yourself to him, he would be swept away by junpei, or be intercepted by kirijo for some important meeting.

on and on, this would continue for days on end until you just gave up. you figured you could simply admire him from afar, and you did your best to convince yourself that he probably didn't need your budding feelings to get in the way of his school life here at gekkoukan.

spring was still at its peak, the cherry blossoms in full bloom as your class let out for its lunch period. it was so utterly gorgeous outside that you wanted to get out of the classroom and enjoy your lunch outside. a lot of your classmates shared the same sentiment, crowding the campus as their conversations and laughter were heard echoing throughout the area.

holding your bento close to your chest, you shied away from the crowd and made your way towards your own personal sanctuary. just a few feet away was a lone cherry blossom tree that sat atop a hill. the only reason why this area remained so isolated was due to how it had a bit of a steep climb to get to the top, hence why you always enjoyed this personal sanctuary of yours.

ignoring how your legs seemed to scream with protest as you made it up the hill, you continue to clutch your bento box against your chest, not stopping until you were directly beneath the cherry blossoms-

only to have your breath taken away at the sight of someone already laying beneath it.

as the sakura petals swayed with the warm, spring wind, you watch as those gentle petals landed against makoto's chest. his headphones were seen covering his ears as he lay sleeping whilst listening to his music.

so you stood awkwardly to the side, still feeling winded, but this time it wasn't because of the steep climb. your heart was pounding because makoto yuki, the boy you may or may not have a crush on, was here.

with a shake of your head, you convince yourself to calm down, that he couldn't hear you and that you should enjoy your lunch anyways. so what if this achingly soft and beautiful boy was sleeping right next to you?

just relax and enjoy your lunch.

you sit next to him, smoothing out your skirt as you opened the contents of your box. you ate your food without tasting anything, always watching makoto from your periphery to see if he would awaken.

a few minutes pass when the boy suddenly faces you, face scrunched up as his body seems to curl up in response to the wind. without a hint of hesitation, you place your lunch to the side and shrug off your jacket before carefully placing it on top of makoto.

you watch as he curls into your jacket, relishing in its warmth for a mere second before his eyes begin to open, revealing its azure gaze to you.

by now, your heart was pounding, seeing makoto looking at you with a tilt of his head. he says nothing, going back to a sitting position. he takes off his headphones and looks down at your jacket that covered him all while saying your name, "is this... yours?"

his voice was soft, but had a raspy quality to it, making his sleepy state obvious as you gave him a swift nod while fighting back the heat that threatened to invade the skin of your cheeks. "y-yes, it's mine, uhm, ah, sorry, for disturbing you, b-but you just looked cold...!"

makoto gives you one of his tiny smiles, taking off your jacket before placing it over your shoulders. "thanks, and sorry if i interrupted your lunch. i'll go now."

"w-wait...!" you call out to him, stopping him from leaving as you held out your bento box to him.

"uhm, i'm starting to get full, so, i was hoping you could share this with me?"

makoto's expression was one full of surprise, but it quickly morphs into his gentle smile once more. "are you sure you're okay with this?"

"absolutely!" you flash him a genuine smile, feeling relieved and happy that you got this chance to talk to him. makoto ends up rejoining you, taking one of the rice balls from your bento before biting into it.

you watch as his eyes widen, devouring the food within a few bites while commenting on how good it tasted. with your heart fluttering with happiness, you offer him the rest of your food, falling into easy conversation with him.

"did you make this?"

"yes, i did but, it's nothing too fancy."

"i like it." makoto admits to you, "it tastes like home."

there was a hidden sadness seen within his eyes, with the cherry blossom petals swaying around you. its sweet scent fills your heart with the desire to comfort makoto, to somehow unlock all the mysteries he had to offer and take all the pain he seemed to keep hidden deep within his soul.

you call out to him, and he meets your gaze, the sadness quickly dissipating when he leans closer to you. his lips were a mere centimeters from yours, and you felt as though your heart was about to burst when you clenched your eyes shut. his breath was felt against your skin, his lips barely gracing the shell of your ear when you felt a gentle sensation against your hair.

you open your eyes just then, seeing makoto holding a cherry blossom petal within his thumb and pointer finger. all you could see was his achingly beautiful features smiling at you, and the way those true blue eyes continued to shine with amusement.

"sorry, this was in your hair."

not saying a word, you felt your eyes narrowing as you inched ever so closer to him, with makoto not moving away when your lips tentatively touched with his in a sweet kiss.

with the cherry blossoms as your only witness, you allowed your crush on this strangely beautiful boy to morph into something much more.

a.n. - in celebration of persona 3 reload's release, have this sweet drabble, because makoto yuki deserves some happiness in his life. 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could do some Shinjiro(persona 3) fluff headcanons with gn!reader who has really warm hands compared to his? I read somewhere that his body can't regulate his body temp so he's rlly cold and i think it'd be a fun imagine, it's completely fine if you don't want to do this request for any reason!! i hope you have wonderful day ＼(≧▽≦)／

Persona

Character(s): Shinjiro Aragaki

Type: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff

Description: Palm to palm, fingers linked. Your hand in mine as much as mine is in yours. Connected without distance and pretenses left in favor of this.

Notes / Warnings : Yukari Mentioned, Fuuka Mentioned, Junpei Mentioned, Akihiko Mentioned, Could be Platonic or Romantic(I Don't Go Into Much), Reader Has a Part-Time Job(Briefly Mentioned)

omg yes- to be honest, i have two ideas for this. One of them is more heavily romantic, but the other could be taken either way lsdbdk i'm gonna do the second one me thinks

thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoy <33

"Y'know...you always wear a lot, even in summer." Yukari had pointed out once before shrugging and brushing it off, not wishing to pry. It was...true. He never really seemed to get overly hot and more so seemed to want to bundle-up further.

It wasn't often that his hands were available because of that. Always in his pockets; always kept busy with something. Never free. Forever out of reach—usually.

Whenever he was in the kitchen, sometimes he'd idle whilst making something. His fingers—typically—lightly drum on the counter or his hands just barely push things out of the workspace with little purpose.

You had found him doing just that one night after returning from your part-time job. He was slightly leaned forward, left hand bearing his weight atop the counter and his right hand mindlessly picking up and placing down the flour bag.

He must have felt your presence, though, as he looked over his shoulder at you once you stepped into the kitchen. "You-" With a furrowed brow, he appears to get embarrassed before tearing his eyes away. "What're you doing here?" There's a rush to his words, voice a bit terse.

It's a little amusing to see someone like him so embarrassed about getting caught cooking. You practically feel the mirth that subtly fills your expression. Although, it is more affectionate than anything else.

You don't answer his question, instead asking what he's making. It seems to make him less guarded, perhaps because you didn't tease him or make a big deal out of it. Though he still responds a bit reluctantly. Cookies.

"Oh, wasn't Fuuka trying to make some?" A short sigh leaves him, "..she kept burning them. Mixing up the sugar and salt." It appears she couldn't stay around for long though, likely had other responsibilities. You give him a small hum to let him know you heard. He looked at you again after a moment, searching a little as if he had expected something from you—perhaps a different response? Maybe he thought you'd say something like Yukari. "You haven't been bullying her, have you?" Though that was definitely more so reserved for Junpei than anyone else.

"When they're done, we should get everyone to come eat them." Getting together, even if just for cookies, would be wonderful. That was your thought process, at least. He didn't respond for a few moments too long though, perhaps not liking the idea. But eventually he let out a gruff reply. It was almost like it was bordering a grumble. "..you can do that." You raise your brows and look at him directly, "You won't?"

"I didn't say that." Not a denial, but...

"..so you will?" You could tell you were pushing him a little, but teasing him was hard to withhold from.

"...I didn't say that either."

It pulled a small laugh from you, affectionate mirth gracing the entirety of your face this time. As intimidating as he is, he can be rather cute.

Drifting closer, you come to rest against the counter's edge, "I'll let Fuuka know you made them and then she can offer them to everyone. I know she'd want to share." He doesn't look at you, head slightly turned away like he was upset. With a small tilt of your head, you try to peer at his face a tiny bit. And although you can't see his expression, you can see the subtle flush that settles upon his cheek and spreads to the tip of his ear. Yeah, he's cute.

His lack of response, mixed with his reaction, lets you know that he agrees with what you proposed, albeit rather flusteredly. You decide to change the subject. For his sake.

"You know, this is the first time I've seen you without your jacket." It's a simple observation. He's covered head to toe with only his face visible more often than not so seeing him without a key piece of his attire was like seeing a polar bear in the street. Kind of.

"Yeah and what about it?" With a slight shrug, you remain nonchalant about it despite his defensive response. After all, there wasn't any bite behind it. "It's like a signature piece to the package that is you." You spoke with a slight, exaggerated, accent, pushing some energy into the conversation. "Are you trying to be strange?" Despite the way his words could've been insulting, he said it in a way that showed his affection. "Is it strange if it's true?" There's a lift to your tone, a teasing tinge to it to let him know you were being light-hearted and returning his affection.

"..I guess not." Pulling back from the counter and the bag of flour, he grabs an oven mitt and opens the oven a little bit. You lean a bit to the side, peeking inside with him. The cookies were starting to rise, a light sheen along them and the chocolate chips melting a bit along the edges. They were looking yummy, that's for sure. When he closes it, you adjust yourself so you aren't leaning anymore. "Another twenty minutes?" He shrugs, "Give or take some."

So there was time. A pause settles between you two as you think about what to do: continue the conversation or try and indulge that little voice. You decide the former, despite any anxieties. "..hey, can I see your hands?" It was just as he had been reaching for the flour again, making him freeze for a second. When he turned to you with a furrowed brow and overall disgruntled look, you elaborate a tiny bit. "Just like this, that's all." Raising one of your hands, you hold it up like you would for a high five. Palm flat and fingers straight.

You for sure thought he'd refuse, especially given his initial expression, but he hesitantly lifted his hand in alignment to yours. Perhaps he was just humoring you, but it was clear this wasn't something he disliked. Likely just something he wasn't used to.

With a subtle movement, the tips of your fingers lightly brush his as you ease your palm to just barely rest against his. "You're cold." He looks at your hand pressed against his for only a small moment before glancing away from them. "...you're warm." After keeping away for so long, he forgot how another's warm felt like. Though, it was different from the times him and Akihiko had to share a blanket as kids. This warmth was somehow...warmer. In a pleasant way.

There's a slight shift of your fingers as you bring them a bit out of alignment before pausing, glancing up at him. You see him bring his own eyes back to your hands, watching what you do. But he doesn't pull away. Carefully, you slowly slide your fingers between the tops of his and leave them there in a loose entwinement.

He shifts a little bit, yet remains. If anything, his fingers curl a tiny bit in to return your gesture—lightly holding your fingers like you do his. "This is weird." You give short, sudden laugh, having not expected that, "I guess it is. But it's not bad, right..?"

There's nothing for a moment, his eyes drifting off to the side.

"..yeah."

As much as it scared him, as much of a bad idea as it was in his mind, he wanted this. He wanted to be close to someone again, to be part of the group despite all the distance he constantly puts between himself and everyone else.

"Yeah, it's not bad."

[crivyxen]

crying and sobbing at the lack of fuuka x reader fics

[queenendless]

🔞💝——— MUTUAL GIFTING ———💝🔞

A/n: PAID COMMISSION for @sacredwarrior88

Persona 3 Reload. Akihiko x OC. Short smut piece.

SUMMARY: Vacationing at a lovely resort with the S.E.E.S. crew finally gave the pair the chance to get away after having their intimacy getting interrupted one too many times. The footsie game underneath their velvety red clothed table at the resort restaurant the pair was at to have a celebratory birthday dinner escalated, leading to the beach ...

The dark waves cascaded along the sandy beach shores that night. The moonlight sheen on his flushed heaving chest trembled as he pressed a quivering fist to his biting lips, muffling his loud groans. “Hnh– Veronica – MNGH~!” Her deliberately spilled sweets drink was licked up by her sizzling tongue. Tasting the cool creaminess on his lean firm dips and curves as she traversed downwards. Pouring the rest of her drink along his now freed erectness just to suck the sugary thickness off herself sent jolts throughout his entire laying being. “Oh fuck~!” Thrusting his hips stuffe himself further in her suckling mouth until he unloaded hard, white thickness dripping down her chin. “Mmh~ Aki~!” Straddling him, riding him with that aroused expression on her face had him bucking harder. Bouncing up and down his pulsing girth. Running her manicured fingers through his soft hair, she pulled his head in close enough for them to engage in a tongue full kiss, his taste mixing in with her own. Using the momentum to sit up on the towel, he cradled her head in kind. Skin smacking. Moans eaten. Cum dumping. “Happy birthday, baby.” Akihiko smiled endearingly. “Likewise, baby.” Veronica returned that smile.