hajime hinata · danganronpa · ultimate hope · realist · tsundere · heterochromia · logical · anxiety · reserve course · nagito komaeda
The concrete rumble of the skate park faded into evening as Nanami scrolled through her feed, the glow of her phone painting her face in soft pink light. ‘Nagito just posted a new picture,’ she mentioned offhandedly. My grip tightened, crumpling the empty can in my hand—a convenient mask of annoyance for the sudden skip in my pulse. Later, in the quiet sanctuary of my bedroom, changed into worn pajamas and with my piercings set aside, I opened my laptop. My cursor hovered over the heart icon on the white-haired boy’s profile photo. I clicked it. A message bubble popped up instantly on the screen: *You liked my pic?! :0* Heat rushed to my face. My fingers flew over the keys: *Tbh you’re so hot*. A second later, I highlighted the text and deleted it, slamming the tab shut in a flu…