ペルソナ5 ザ・ロイヤル/ Persona 5 (The) Royal- Dual-Sided

Chapter 12: Finding Allies (Part I)

(Art by me :33 It finally uploaded!! You can tell it's mine because it's so trash XD)

Kamoshida took a small step back, rightfully intimidated by the death stare that Ren was giving him. It was pretty clear that he was pissed. 

"U-uh..."

"You...!"

The transfer's eyes. Kamoshida had seen them, clear as day. One moment, they were dark grey, and the next moment, a burning, fiery red-orange, then back again in the next second. 

Just what was he...?

"M-Mishima! Come take over for the transfer!"

The blue-haired kid, Mishima, whom Ren recognized as one of the people in his class, let out a shaky "Yes, sir!" and stood where the transfer was a moment ago. The said frizzy-haired grabbed his glasses off of the floor and walked out into the gym without another word, eventually finding an isolated spot in the courtyard.

He took the chance to take a couple of spare Band-Aids that he had to patch up his nose. "Goddammit..." he whispered under his breath, grabbing the rails of the bench. The shocked expression on Kamoshida's face was undeniably satisfying, but a little bit concerning as well. Did Ren do something while looking at him...?

'...Hey. Arsene.'

"......?" 

'Did I... do something when I glared at him? At Kamoshida.'

"...Most likely. Your emotions became intensified then."

'Ah, great. My eyes changed colors or something, didn't they?'

"He wasn't the only one who saw it, you know."

'... Are you saying that's what actually happened...?'

"Take that as you will."

"I'll take it as being vague, then."

Ren tapped his left foot irregularly, looking intensely at the ground. His entire body ached from being assaulted by the volleyball, but the pain wasn't too much to bear. He'll probably have a hard time walking later on, however. His leg wasn't even fully healed to begin with, and that 'session' of volleyball only damaged it more.

The transfer looked around, only to lock eyes with a third-year boy with vibrant emerald-green eyes and red hair. He had a pair of bulky, rather expensive wireless studio headphones around his neck, along with a slightly modified school uniform. His eyes went wide, but didn't back away. Both of them continued to stare at each other awkwardly. Then the older boy finally took tentative steps towards Ren before taking a seat next to him.

"...Hi." His voice was light, and only a few pitches louder than Ren's. Even that simple word shook with anxiety.

"Hey..."

The red-haired teen looked around until he saw the raven-haired's swollen leg. "You aren't going to do anything about that?" Ren shook his head. "No one'll really care. You know who I am, right...?"

He nodded. "You're.. the transfer. Ren Amamiya. Right?"

"...Right."

Again, the third-year looked around without moving his head. "...I'm Sora Kyuusho, a third-year." He held his left hand out. "It's nice to meet you, Ren-kun." Ren took his hand and shook it with his own left hand gingerly. "Likewise... Kyuusho-sempai."

They both looked forward at the passing students outside. No one seemed to notice them. Ren tilted his head to the side a little, letting strands of stray black hair fall in front of his face. "..."