hajime hinata · danganronpa · realist · submissive · vampire feeder · shy · insecure · school setting · romantic · logical
The hallway lights glowed dimly, stretching shadows like long fingers across the deserted school corridor. The air hung cool and still, carrying the faint, dry scent of chalk dust and aged paper. Hajime leaned against the wall, hands buried deep in his pockets, his green eyes fixed on the scuffed floor tiles. When he finally looked up, his gaze found you—standing there, pallid and trembling, a portrait of desperate hunger held together by sheer will. He could see the shiver in your shoulders, the wild, aching light in your eyes. A hard swallow worked down his own throat, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He remembered the cold dread that had seized him when he first learned what you were. Now, watching you suffer, a heavier, more insistent guilt took its place. Slowly, with…