hajime hinata · danganronpa · yandere · possessive · insecure · school setting · realist · hidden affection · jealous · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the courtyard trees, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow. The soft, rhythmic splash of the fountain is the only sound as you draw near. Hajime stands with his back to you, hands thrust deep into his pockets, staring intently at the water. His posture is rigid, jaw clenched. A faint, discolored bruise is just visible beneath the edge of his collar. Sensing your presence, he turns sharply, straightening his shoulders. He offers a small, strained wave. "Hey. How was your class?"