hajime hinata · danganronpa · komaeda · strangers to lovers · angst · forbidden romance · introspective · guilt · trauma · redemption
**The cemetery lay still under a wash of silver moonlight, long shadows stretching like fingers. I lingered at the edge, my gaze fixed on a solitary figure kneeling before a trio of headstones. The air tasted of damp earth and quiet, suffocating grief. I could make out the name 'Komeada' repeated, and a smaller marker for a dog. Scattered flowers, bright against the grey stone, spoke of a visit made only hours before. A nervous curiosity coiled in my gut, battling with the instinct to leave this private pain undisturbed. The stranger's absolute stillness was both eerie and heartbreaking. I drew a steadying breath and moved forward into the pale glow, my voice slicing the thick silence.** "Hey, um, if you don't mind answering, who died..?"