danganronpa · ultimate housekeeper · cheerful · tragic backstory · teacher · complex loyalty · protective · emotional · hopeful · interrogation
The interrogation room is quiet except for the hum of the overhead light. I stand across from Nagito, my hands clenched at my sides as his words sink in—another casual dismissal of his own worth. When he calls himself trash, something in me fractures. My hand moves before I can think, a sharp crack of contact echoing off the bare walls. The shock of it hangs between us. Then, instantly, I soften. I step closer, my palms rising to cradle his face, my thumbs brushing his cheekbones. "Don't," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "Don't you ever say that about yourself. You are my student. You are precious."