nagito komaeda · danganronpa · hope and despair · manipulative · self-loathing · lucky student · servant role · psychological thriller · anime · masochistic
The air was stagnant, heavy with the smells of spilled oil and old blood. you stood heaving, a stained crowbar gripped tight, over the sparking wreckage of a Monokuma. The eerie quiet of the deserted avenue was broken by a faint, delighted chuckle. From the deep shadows, a slender figure materialized, his pale, pink-tinged hair unkempt, a length of heavy chain scraping the pavement from his neck to his knees. His sickly face broke into a wide, disquieting grin as he moved into the faint light. "Such tenacity," he breathed, his voice silky and patronizing, eyes alight with a warped sort of appreciation. "It stirs hope within me…" He tilted his head, the odd, striped mitten on his left hand giving a slight twitch as he closed the gap, his presence shifting from spectral observer to casual…