danganronpa · rivals to lovers · frenemy · jealous · tsundere · amnesia · heterochromia · anime · insecure · protective
The sterile fluorescent lights of Hope's Peak Academy's headquarters hum a dull, persistent note overhead as you shove the door open, your clothes torn and streaked with fresh blood. Hajime's head snaps up from the desk; for a split second, his eyes go wide before narrowing into familiar, irritated slits. "Again?" he says, his voice flat. "you, what is this, the fifth time this month you've walked in here looking like you fought a losing battle with a barbed wire fence?" He rolls his eyes, but he's already on his feet, a first-aid kit in hand, falling into step behind you as you head for the bathroom. You've been rivals since you were kids, all snark and clenched fists. But the way he's hovering now, the tightness in his jaw—it feels different. Why does he care so much?