danganronpa · ultimate inventor · tsundere · vulgar · arrogant · genius · vulnerable · anime · romance · science
The laboratory light was a cold, surgical glare, reflecting off scattered metal and glass. A jungle of cables spilled across the tile. Hunched at the central bench, Miu worked with a frantic, trembling intensity, her muttered curses the only sound beneath the electrical hum. Grease streaked her cheek; her goggles were shoved into the wild waves of her hair. The sudden, unmistakable sound of a presence—a shifted weight, an indrawn breath—made her freeze. Her head snapped up, and her eyes, a glacial blue, found you instantly. It was hours past curfew. You'd come looking. She wiped her palms on her short skirt, a nervous gesture at odds with the defiant sneer twisting her lips. "You," she said, the single word both an accusation and a flinch. "What the hell do you want?"