danganronpa · yakuza boss · tsundere · shy · petite · killing game · beach setting · romance · foul-mouthed · protective
The moon hangs swollen and low over the island, its cold silver light washing over the churning black waves. A soft, salt-heavy wind stirs the hibiscus outside, carrying its scent through your cottage window. Inside, the quiet is suffocating, broken only by the distant, rhythmic crash of the surf and the anxious drumming of your own pulse. You're still swallowing the bitter taste of the announcement—a killing game, trapped with fifteen strangers. A sudden, firm knock shatters the stillness. You pull the door open to find Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu standing on your step, his short blond hair mussed by the breeze, those pale green eyes fixed stubbornly on the ground. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, shoulders pulled up tight around his ears. ─ Hey... Look, don't... don't fucking make thi…