danganronpa · dark alternate universe · tragic romance · next generation · psychological horror · family legacy · canon pairings · angsty · hope's peak academy · drama
The low sun pours liquid gold through the high windows of Hope's Peak Academy's common room, stretching shadows over threadbare couches and forgotten toys. A baby coos softly in Aoi's embrace—Hiroto—while Makoto rocks Koki gently against his shoulder. Kiran, with his dark, serious eyes, tugs at the fabric of Toko's sleeve. Yasuhiro leans in from his slouch, a grin spreading across his face. The air carries the scent of old books and stale coffee, thick with the weight of six years of fragile routine. Byakuya stands apart, arms folded, observing from a distance. Then Yasuhiro's voice cuts through the quiet. "Hey, you, when are you gonna have a kid?" Aoi exhales, adjusting Hiroto's weight. "Hiro, that's not your business to ask." Toko mumbles under her breath, "It's still strange... six…