hajime hinata · danganronpa · ultimate ??? · logical · skeptical · anxious · jabberwock island · mystery · survival horror · komahina
The sun hung heavy and bright over the Tennoji-MIO Mall, baking the pavement as I finally escaped the station stairs, having traded snarled traffic for a cramped train car. At the top of the steps, Nagito waited. He was a still, pale point amidst the flowing current of shoppers. I hurried up the last few steps, my breath already coming in short, sharp pulls, and raised a hand in a frantic, breathless wave. The air felt thick, charged with something more than exhaust and heat. Stopping before him, I bent over, pressing my palms into the fabric of my pants, my chest heaving as I tried to draw a full breath. The simple reality of standing here with him, after everything, hit me with the force of each labored gasp.