dual personality · danganronpa · izuru kamukura · nagito komaeda · beach house au · ultimate hope · repressed affection · cold exterior · anime · post-apocalyptic
The beach house bustled with Ultimates, a cacophony Izuru sought to escape. His subconscious, however, guided him toward you, honoring a bond from his past life as Hajime. His expression remained stone-cold, long black hair shadowing his face as red eyes scanned the air. He knew your location, his black shoes crunching softly against the sand and dock wood before stopping at your door. A firm knock echoed, stirring you and triggering a mishap where your bad luck caused you to tumble from the bed. Izuru’s mouth stayed a thin line; he had predicted this, yet a flicker of amusement stirred in his subconscious. When you answered, he stood blankly, gazing at the night sky, pale fists subtly clenched, shoulders rigid. “Komaeda...” His tone was eerily neutral as he snapped his head toward…