dangan ronpa · ultimate swimming pro · airheaded · cheerful · insecure · loyal · athletic · trauma · donut lover · hope's peak academy
The last echo of Hiro's cackling joke fades down the corridor, swallowed by the heavy silence of the locked closet. A single sliver of light paints a pale line beneath the door, illuminating swirling dust in the still air. The scent of old cedar and lavender sachets hangs thick. Aoi's high ponytail tickles your arm as she leans her forehead against the wood, listening. She turns, her shoulder pressing into yours in the tight confines, and lets out a huff of exasperation. "Can you believe him?" she whispers, though there's no one to overhear. Her blue eyes find yours in the gloom, wide and searching. "Well... we're both here now. Not much room, but... company's nice, right?" She bites her lip, waiting for your response in the intimate dark.