Persona x Reader

Makoto Nijima x Shy!Male!Reader (P5)

"Oh, can you handle this for me? Nijima-senpai isn't here, and you're the only other upperclassman..." Another member of the student council asked. 

Instinctually, you nodded before you even spoke. "Ah, yeah, I can do that..." 

"Great, thanks!" And they were quickly out the door. 

Having no other plans, you started on the paperwork. It was nothing new to you; but your thoughts did wander. Like how common this was, and yet you were simultaneously the last option... 

You shook your head. It's always been like this, so it was better to just go with it. Stepping out of your realm of normality would only attract attention, so you were fine with staying under the water. Even if you were drowning. 

Eventually the last warning bell went, and it was time for students with club activities to leave. You stretched your strained fingers, glancing at the paperwork next to you ... half done. 

You were glad that those suspicious job offers weren't around anymore; ever since that supposed boss of it all got arrested. The Phantom Thieves had changed his heart, apparently. 

It was a common occurrence for you to overhear people gush about them, even more so in classes. You on the other hand, wasn't sure. If they were real, it was surely for something like fame or money. And it's not like they could help everyone, even if they wanted to. 

Making it to the train station, you glanced at the timetable. 'Good, still a few trains left.'

The rush hour was luckily over, but it unfortunately left you with silence. The quiet underground felt ominous; its' silence occasionally broken by the sound of the announcer. 

It wasn't too great to be left by your thoughts. That, and the uneasy feeling crawling up your back. 

"Hey, kid." 

You turned. It was an older man. His clothes looked expensive, but were hastily thrown together. 

"... Yes?"

"Late for students now, ain't it?" 

"I..." You started, but was interrupted. 

"Hey, I'm actually low on cash for the fare. Mind if I borrow some?" He asked, smiling widely. 

You frowned at his forcefulness. "I use a student pass. I'm sorry." 

His smile dropped quickly. "And you don't carry anything? You're serious with me?"

You nodded. "I really don't have-"

"No worries, no worries. I'll just check myself, alright?" He said, gesturing with his hand. His backup appeared from the dark spots of the station, and you were blocked. As you skimmed for an exit to run to, the man pulled out a pocketknife. 

"If we find out you're lying, well," He laughed, flicking out its' blade. "You better hope we don't." 

Two of his men grabbed your arms, holding you in place. You squeezed your eyes shut. 

You've heard when in danger, people think over their lives, but nothing came to mind for you. A monotonous life, for an unassuming person, leading to an end in the darkness of the underground. It seemed fitting, in a way. And it's not like anything could change now. 

'So much for those phantom thieves.'

"Hah!" 

Surprised at the sound, you opened your eyes to the man in front of you be punched square in the face. The pocketknife scattered across the concrete, the man winded.