So how would all of them panthom thieves react if their S/O ( a persona user too) got hurt for protceting them against a very porwerful shadow (like jumping in front attack meant for them) ?
That shadow would not live to see another second. I didn’t include Crow because he’s technically not a Phantom Thief, but if you want him added, let me know! Thank you for the ask!
Edit: I forgot to add gifs because I’m a big dummy, so here’s the revision!
This would be the one time he loses his composure. He would immediately heal them but he would break out in a cold sweat while doing so. The rest of the team covers for him while he patches up their wound. He would not hesitate to issue an order to switch them out with someone else, even if they still wanted to fight.
Joker silently faces the shadow, and if the look in his eyes didn’t kill it then his most powerful attacks will have to do the job.
He becomes more reckless trying to ensure that the shadow suffers a hundred times the amount of pain that s/o did. He forgets to heal himself so that’s left up to the rest of the team.
The battle’s over shortly, and he hastily rushes over to their side.
“Are you all right?”
They reassure him that they’re fine, and he nods in response. The team is exhausted, so everyone decides to pack up and head home. Joker doesn’t take his eyes off his s/o for the entirety of the trip back to reality, and then he escorts them to Leblanc for some coffee.
“Thank you, by the way.” He sets the freshly brewed coffee in front of them. “And I’m sorry. As the leader I’m supposed to protect my teammates, and I failed.”
“Even you can’t do everything by yourself,” they said. “Let us protect you once in a while.”
Akira smiled sweetly and nodded. He never once left their side until he reluctanly had to send them home.
He was taken by surprise when they shoved him out of the way. He was even more speechless as he watched them hit the ground with so much force. He abruptly rushes over, and his panic causes him to trip over himself as he desperately tries to approach them.
“You okay?! Say somethin’, dammit!”
He fumbles around his pockets for healing items and practically jams a Muscle Drink down their throat. Once he’s sure they’re okay he returns to battle, more violent than ever.
“You son of a bitch!”
The blows from a shotgun, accompanied by Skull’s profane shouting, reverberated throughout the room. After the battle, he’s at their side in an instant and helping them stand.
“Don’t do somethin’ so reckless ever again. ‘Kay?”
His arm is pasted around them for the rest of the journey home.
She was fuming when they suddenly pushed her to the ground.
“Hey! What gives?!”
She noticed the gash on their chest and felt all the color drain from her face.
“Oh my god…”
Ignoring everything else, she crouches down to her s/o and utilizes Carmen’s healing ability. She strokes their cheek and silently trudges back to battle.
The shadow is engulfed in powerful flames, and it doesn’t take long until it disintegrates from the scalding licks of fire. Panther then dashes to her now standing s/o, their mouth agape as they stared at her in awe.
“What?” Panther asks, a faint blush creeping on her cheeks.
“That was really hot,” they replied.
Panther retaliated with a light smack on their shoulder and then proceeded to pout.
“It’s not funny! You really had me worried!”
Regardless of her ‘anger’, Panther still laced her fingers with her s/o’s, and the two regrouped with their fellow thieves.
Fox would be severely injured at this rate. His agility was second to none but the blows he did receive were potent. Just as the shadow was ready to strike again, Fox felt a pair of hands shove him away, and by the time he turned around to observe what happened his s/o was already unconscious on the ground.
The shadow was relentless as it struck at Fox yet again. In the blink of eye, the shadow fell to the ground. Slowly, Fox turned to the helpless shadow that was now pleading for its life. A sadistic grin tugged at the corners of Fox’s lips.
“And the curtain falls.”
With the sheathe of his katana, the shadow dissipated and the battle was over. Fox heard coughing behind him and redirected his attention back toward his s/o. He threw himself to the ground next to them and held them in his arms.
“Are you all right?”
They nodded weakly.
“That was very foolish of you. How could you be so careless?” They dropped their head apologetically. Fox sighed.
“I apologize as well. Had it not been for my own impetuousness you would not have needed to shield me.”
His s/o took Fox’s free hand and kissed it. “Don’t be sorry, I wanted to protect you.” They glanced over at the nearby sketchbook.
Fox followed their gaze and eyed his drawing.
“Perhaps we should take our art study ‘date’ to a more secure location.”
Even though Queen was tough as nails, she wasn’t invulnerable. She had become fatigued from using so much energy and her movements became slower. If she suffered a critical hit, she wasn’t sure if she could muster enough energy to heal herself.
As the shadow swung at her, she saw her s/o leap right in front of her. The impact was enough to knock the couple down.
Queen pried herself out from under her s/o to get a better look at their injuries. They weren’t fatal, but they weren’t exact minor either. Queen manifested first aid from her pocket and gently assisted her s/o while the sounds of battle echoed behind her. She stood up as soon as she finished.
“Wait here. I need to take care of something first.”
S/o grabbed Queen’s wrist and rose. “I’m coming too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re staying here.”
“Please,” s/o pleaded.
Queen hesitated for a moment before averting her gaze from them and abruptly summoning Johanna.
S/o smiled and did as they were told. Even though they were still wounded, they could still operate their gun. They squeezed Queen’s waist.
“Ready when you are… my Queen.”
She felt her face heat up upon hearing the nickname.
Their teammates jumped out of the way as the duo approached the shadow, the sound of gunshots ringing in their ears. Their combo attack had defeated the weakened shadow. A moment of silence followed.
“Damn…” Skull’s voice pierced through the quiet. “Those two are scary.”
It was just their luck to encounter a flying shadow. The beast kept swatting at Necronomicon instead of paying attention to the thieves that were on the ground shooting bullets at it. The shadow finally managed to land a hit, and both the Persona and its inhabitant crashed to the ground.
Necronomicon faded away, leaving an exposed and vulnerable Oracle. The shadow procured its claws and was getting ready to swing. Oracle feebly attempted to shield herself, but the impact never came.
“Huh? Is it game over?”
She dropped her arms to discover her s/o clutching their stomach, blood painted all over their thief outfit.
“N-no… hang on, I can fix this! Mona, take over for me!”
Oracle once again summoned her Persona and briskly tapped away on the keyboard-like holograph. S/o had collapsed at this point, and they were gradually losing consciousness.
“Okay! That should do the trick. I’ll talk to you later.”
A wave of tranquility overcame s/o, and their broken skin had started to converge. Their attire had also repaired itself.
After the Phantom Thieves crushed their opponent, Oracle sped over to her newly revitalized s/o.
“I’m really sorry! You almost died because of me,” she said, her voice laden with guilt.
“You saved my life, Oracle. Thank you.”
They patted the hacker on the top of her head.
“E-eep! N-now I feel like I’m gonna die!” Oracle exclaimed with a face as red as her hair.
Noir had become quite accustomed to battle. However, she had her weaknesses too. The enemy hit her with a nuclear attack, and she instantly hit the ground with a cry of pain. Just as the shadow launched another nuclear attack at her, s/o swiftly hurled themself at the incoming fatality. They were brought to their knees.
The shadow reared back once more to deliver the final hit. Dazed, Noir gathered the last portion of her strength.
The Persona manifested, and the guns beneath her skirt fired instantaneously and brutally. When the shadow gave way and collided with the floor, it started to offer money and goods in exchange for its life.
Noir advanced toward it, dragging her ax behind her.
“I will take… your life.”
She swung her ax down and split the shadow in two, causing it to fracture and turn to dust. Noir composed herself again, adjusted her hat, and made her way to her savior.
“Are you all right, my dear? You must be more careful.”
She wore a slight pout on her lips. S/o couldn’t help but grin. They procured a used Bead from their pocket and flaunted it as if it were a trophy.
“I had it covered,” they stated, provoking a sigh from Noir.
“You are quite the handful… but I’m glad that you’re safe. Thank you for saving me.”
Noir smiled bashfully, and s/o brought their forehead to hers, ignoring the gagging sounds that the rest of the group were producing. How could someone so cute simultaneously be so dangerous?
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