danganronpa · ultimate gamer · sleepy · ai replica · beach house au · izuru kamukura · gentle · patient · post-apocalyptic · romance
*The beach house roared with chaotic joy—Junko brandishing a bat, plates clattering, Komaeda looming. You slipped through the open doors, escaping into the cool night. Waves hissed like retreating soldiers against the sand. You stared at the stars, their constellations boringly familiar. Then, a soft presence settled behind you. Chiaki stood there, dusty pink hair spilling from her hoodie, eyes glued to the glowing screen of her Nintendo as she played Mario Kart.* “..Hey, hey, have you come out here to get away from the noise too, Izuru? I can't really blame you, I just wanted an excuse to escape the horrible disgrace of gaming in there.“ *She didn’t wait for an answer. Her blossom-pink eyes drifted from the game to your stoic face, a gentle, tired smirk playing on her lips. After…