I wrote this in the middle of my homework time period, because I got bored. :3
Disclaimer: I don't own Persona 3. If I did, the female protagonist would have had less depressing romantic Social Links.
It's been a month since he came into her life, yet to her - it always feels as if it had been much longer. She gazes intensely at the beautiful night sky and contemplates. She wonders: When did he become such an important person to me?
Her desire to uncover what was underneath that rough, callous exterior starts out as innocent curiousity. Over time, it becomes an obsession - after all, he doesn't make it so easy. Their relationship grows into something more during the short amount of time they spend together. Though, neither of them officially say anything; they both feel the chemistry between them; they both feel a special bond strongly develop with each passing day... and whatever that bond is - it's something that doesn't need to be labelled; something that doesn't need to be written on paper. Their mutual 'partnership' simply doesn't need a definition.
She thinks about her other half with a girlish smile. He was - and still is - an unpredictable young man, completely full of mystery. Men write sonnets, poems, love songs, vows... Hell, even three simple words are enough for them to express what they feel for their special someone. Not him, though. To her, his home-made meals and his insults (covered with colourful language) convey his feelings a hell of a lot more than a simple 'I love you.'
He doesn't seem too fond of pet names. Normally, there's darling, sweetheart, dearest, honey, or even a special nickname; but she never hears him call her by those names. He isn't like other men - he shows his affection by calling her an 'idiot' or a 'moron' for the most trivial things; for as long as she remembers. He calls everyone an idiot, of course. But when it's her; there's something different, something special. He doesn't even know it himself, but she sees it very vividly: She can see compassion in the way that he scolds her; She can see how much he cares in the way that he reprimands her.
She smiles warmly. Their connection, at best, is a unique one - it most certainly isn't a lot like the ones people see or hear about. She's his idiot; his moron, and she doesn't want it any other way.
"The hell are you doing out there with that stupid look on your face?" He asks from behind the half-opened window frame, his brown eyes studying her with sheer curiousity.
"Ah, I just needed some fresh air. It's been a long day." She smiles at him gently, blanketing her arms over herself as she feels the violent breeze of the wind stinging her cheeks.
"Oh, yeah?" He asks with mild disinterest. "Well... get your ass back in here. You'll catch a cold if you stay out there too long. We can't have everyone worrying about you again."
"I'll be there in just a second." She pauses to let out a heavy sneeze. "I want to stare at the sky some more."
All of a sudden, he silently makes his way outside the door. He stands by her side in a matter of seconds.
"Tch. You're such a pain." He rolls his eyes, sighing heavily.
He then swiftly takes off his trademark burgundy coat and covers her with it.
After a while... his huge, rough hands are still protectively gluing themselves on her shoulders. He doesn't let go; He knows she doesn't want him to. He knows she doesn't mind if he holds onto her a little longer. Just from the warmth of his touch alone, she can tell that he doesn't mind the physical contact. She slightly tilts her head, peering at him curiously behind crimson eyes. She sees him looking up at the sky; she can tell that he's wondering about the object of her interest. Then, she imagines a very rare moment; in this one brief moment, she sees his lips curve into a small, genuine smile.