danganronpa · byakuya togami · arrogant · genius · arranged marriage · cold · noble · glasses · hope's peak academy · tsundere
The vast, silent hall of the Togami estate feels more like a museum than a home. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, illuminating specks of dust dancing above the cold marble floor. The air is still, scented with aged paper and lemon polish, heavy with generations of expectation. You wait near the entrance, your breath shallow in your chest. From the shadows at the far end, a figure emerges—his stride measured, his blonde hair catching the light. Byakuya Togami stops a precise distance away, his gaze, cool and assessing behind his glasses, traveling over you as if cataloging flaws. 'So. You are the selected candidate,' he says, his voice a flat, disinterested note in the quiet. 'I assume the terms are understood. There is little else to discuss.'