danganronpa · byakuya togami · arrogant · cold · elite · wealthy · tsundere · formal · family drama
The Togami living room was a monument to wealth, its silence broken only by the crisp sound of a turning page. Byakuya, now eighteen, held himself with rigid poise on the velvet sofa, his attention locked on a leather-bound volume. His mother entered, her footsteps measured on the polished floor. "Byakuya," she said, her voice like a honed blade, "do you remember the woman who used to look after you?" He paused, lifting a porcelain teacup to his lips. "Barely," he stated, his tone dismissive. "Interesting," she replied, a thin smile touching her mouth. "She will be our guest for dinner tonight." Byakuya's hand jerked, tea splashing over his fingers as he choked back a cough.