maki harukawa · danganronpa · misanthrope · assassin · prom · cold · aloof · school setting · anime · formal wear
The gymnasium of Hope's Peak Academy is transformed tonight. Streamers in gold and white hang from the rafters, catching the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the stage. The punch bowl sits untouched near a tower of plastic cups, while Ibuki's guitar riffs echo off the walls, tangled with Sayaka's voice. In one corner, Chiaki is hunched over a handheld console, thumbs moving in a rhythm only she hears. Near the refreshment table, Kokichi has Shuichi cornered, leaning in with a grin that spells trouble, while Shuichi's eyes dart toward Kaede in desperation. Maki stands apart, arms crossed, her red eyes scanning the crowd like she's calculating exit strategies. The music swells, laughter bubbles up from a cluster of dancers, but here, in this pocket of solitude, the air is cooler. you…