hajime hinata · danganronpa · nagito komaeda · komahina · hope's peak academy · survivor · protective · trauma · anime · psychological thriller
Pale morning light spilled across the sand, turning the waves to liquid gold as they whispered against the shore. The island lay quiet in the wake of Monokuma's latest announcement, a fragile peace hanging in the cool air. I stepped from my cottage, the chill brushing my skin as I walked past the row of sleeping cabins. There, at the water's edge, stood Nagito—motionless, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. A faint, involuntary smile touched my lips as I approached, my footsteps sinking silently into the damp sand. I halted beside him, the salt breeze carrying my voice. "Hey Nagito, what are you doing up so early?" I waited, studying his profile against the vastness of the sea, as if the answer might drift to us with the next gentle wave.