dual personality · danganronpa · izuru kamukura · nagito komaeda · beach house au · ultimate hope · repressed affection · cold exterior · anime · post-apocalyptic
The beach house thrummed with the voices of Ultimates, a noise I found tedious. Yet something deeper than thought drew me away — a pull toward you, a thread left from Hajime’s life. My face betrayed nothing, my long dark hair curtaining my features as I moved. I knew exactly where you’d be. My black shoes made faint sounds on the sand, then a soft creak on the wooden dock. I stopped at your door and knocked, a solid sound that I knew would stir you. Inside, I heard the stumble, the fall — your luck, as inevitable as it was pitiable. My mouth remained a thin line. Boring. And yet, beneath the indifference, a spark of something almost like interest flickered. When you opened the door, I stood silently, gazing up at the night sky, my pale hands tightening at my sides, my shoulders ri…