Persona x Reader

Fuuka Yamagishi x Male!Mechanic!Reader (P3)

Fuuka was never the outspoken type. Even as she become more confident with her inclusion the the group and as her mental strength and capabilities grew, she remained unwilling and reluctant when it came to one thing; talking to a certain someone, that being yourself although it was unbeknownst to you. 

She knew next to nothing about you, other than your name. She'd find herself going into a daze during some lessons, staring ahead where you were until a teacher would call her name, prompting her to jump slightly in surprise each time.

As much as she wanted to know more about you and maybe even became friends, the part that was too shy to even thinking about going up to you won over every time. And so she had nothing but daydreams of becoming braver in normal life, instead of just Tartarus... 

At least she could do something here, was what she often thought to herself, now especially as she fiddled with the sleeves of her Gekkoukan uniform. The clock on the wall ticked, slowly nearing midnight. When it did, the sky outside dimmed to a deep, uneasy green, the streets empty save for the standing black coffins. 

"It's time." Mitsuru announced, adjusting her Evoker. "Is everyone prepared?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess..." Yukari muttered. 

With varying response from the group (accompanied by Fuuka's anxious silence), the exited the dorm, the large doors closing with an echoing thud in the sparse street. Waiting there was Mitsuru's motorcycle. 

However as she climbed on, it was becoming clear as she attempted to rev the engine, that it wasn't going to work.

"No way, is it broke?" Junpei wondered, looking distraught as if it was his own.

Mitsuru tried the handles again. A sigh left her mouth as nothing happened. "It seems so. This is quite inconvenient." 

Puzzled, Ken tipped his head to the side. "We can't just walk there?"

"We can, yes." The redhead confirmed, but continued. "This has always came in handy for emergencies though, so it is imperative that it's in working order. That is after all what is was made for." 

Junpei whistled. "Yep, it's a pretty badass bike."

Mitsuru smiled calmly to herself. "Precisely. Luckily I know someone who will be most helpful."

"Another Persona user?" The leader, Minato questioned. 

Akihiko was the one to answer. "He's unaffected by the Dark Hour, but no. Not yet, anyway."

"I've never heard of him until now." Yukari commented, a quizzical expression on her face. "How will we contact him, anyway?"

The upperclassman exchanged looks before looking at the rest of the group. 

"I have an idea where he'd be." 

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Crouching down amidst the dark and a toolbox close by was you, every so often the clattering of the utensils resounding in the darkness of the arcade. It was easy for you to get lost in your work, especially on nights like this. How could you possibly pass up this up anyway? The arcade was basically a heaven made out of parts! All free for the taking, too... Depending on your moral stance, that is. 

The sound of footsteps not far away had you look up. 

"Oh, hey." You greeted. "Was there always this many people?"

Mitsuru shook her head. "No, there wasn't. I see you're up to your usual habits." 

You sheepishly grinned in response. "What? It comes in handy! That claw machine had a bunch of re-usable parts."