This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so here it goes. I didn't really know how to rate it, so I just put K+ to be safe. I hope I didn't mess up too terribly. Please read and review and help me improve! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Persona 3 FES or any correlating characters, events, or spin-offs. If I did, I would be one happy person and one fulfilled gamer.
Breakfast Blues
Fumbling with the lid of a jar of jam, her eyes locked on the smooth, patterned cover and the minute, bland nutrition label, Mitsuru made her move.
She took each half of the black-charred biscuit and placed them face-up on the counter, equidistant from each other. Pausing to take a tentative look inside the low-sugar, reduced-fat grape jelly, Mitsuru picked up her butter knife, tilted the jar towards her, and then dove forward into the sea of purple inhabitants.
"What are you doing?" Mitsuru froze, her hand almost completely submerged in the jar. Her shining red bangs fell to cover her left eye, and she stiffened as a tall boy with shaggy silver hair came to stand next to her, his arms crossed and his grin wide.
"Don't even start with me," Mitsuru said, resuming her scooping before finally setting the jar down. Two mounds of jelly towered over her biscuits, and she stood back to admire her work for a minute, a pleased gleam in her auburn-brown eyes.
"Uh… I hope you realize that you're meant to spread the jam."
Mitsuru said nothing. She watched him smile and move around her to inspect the cookie sheet of biscuits. Her eyes hard, she saw his amused demeanor as he took a biscuit and flipped it over, gazing at the burnt bottom.
"Didn't you read the baking instructions?"
"If you've come here to prepare yourself something to eat, then fine," Mitsuru snapped, turning her back on him and moving back to her biscuit. "But if your purpose is to merely mock and judge my cooking and intelligence, then you can leave, and you can do it now."
She heard a snicker and then a sigh as he stalked out of the kitchen, an apple bouncing casually in his hands.
When Mitsuru came out to the lounge, her biscuits properly disposed in the garbage and a banana tucked away in her bag, Minato was sitting in the armchair. His blue hair gleamed in the patch of sunlight trickling through the window, and he looked up at her as she took a seat in the opposite armchair. His gray eyes shined.
"How are you?" he asked, setting down the book he had been reading. The title read Pre-Calculus: The Optimum Guide, and it was set beside another labeled The Art and Craft of Physics.
"I'm fine. Et toi, Aristao?"
"Comme si comme sa," was the happy response, and Mitsuru couldn't help but glance over at the eagerly smiling boy.
"May I ask why you are so jovial?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Akihiko-senpai just walked by, and, uh…"
At the beginnings of the boy's wild, uncontrollable laughter, Mitsuru scooped up her bag and sped out the door, nearly knocking down a startled Fuuka who had steaming breakfast burritos clutched in her hands.
"Where is she going? I brought her breakfast…"
"Oh, I think she's had enough of breakfast," said Minato as he wiped away the tears of laughter that rolled down his pale, dimpled cheek.
Well, that's it! Just a little something that I thought of while reading some other Mitsuru fanfiction. I will hopefully be writing some more, and I would love to hear some feedback. Thanks for reading!