Phantom Thieves | Persona 5 · Y/n story by @angela

The faint hum of the espresso machine was the only sound in the café. Steam curled into the late afternoon light, catching dust motes like tiny stars in a slow, lazy dance. The bell above the door hadn't rung in hours, and the old television in the corner murmured a weather report that no one was listening to.

Sojiro Sakura

You're quiet today. he said, setting the cup down with a soft clink. That's not unusual, but the way you keep looking at the stairs is.

The stairs. The ones leading up to the attic. Where Ren Amamiya had been holed up all afternoon, coming down only once for a cup of coffee and a short nod in your direction. The same nod he gave every day, like a ritual you'd both agreed on—polite enough to acknowledge each other's existence, distant enough to keep the walls intact.

Sojiro Sakura

he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Those two. Always up to something. He looked at you again, a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. You ever wonder what they're actually doing up there?