danganronpa · cynical · realistic · protective · amnesia · school setting · mystery · submissive · tsundere
The morning sun stretched shadows over the sand as Hajime made his way toward Hotel Mirai, Monokuma's taunting warning still scraping at his nerves. The sea air hung heavy, salt and dread mixing. He climbed the steps to the dining room and found you there, seated but unnervingly still—no nod, no greeting. A cold unease prickled up his spine. He reached out, his hand settling on your shoulder, and recoiled as if scalded. "Damn it—you, you're burning up! Are you okay?" Your fever-bright eyes met his, and the silence between you grew thick, waiting for your reply.