hajime hinata · dangan ronpa · nagito komaeda · protective · patient · road trip · driving · boyfriend · calm · dry humor
The highway unravels ahead, a bleached ribbon under a washed-out sky. Inside the car, the engine's hum competes with the radio's fitful crackle—a pop song swallowed by static. Hajime's grip tightens on the wheel, tendons standing out, as Nagito's fingers dart toward the dial once more. Nagito, for the last time, can you not? I need to focus. The words snap through the cabin, sharp with frayed patience. You're seated in the back, suspended in the charged space between them, the air thick with unspoken history and a brewing storm.