ultimate astronaut · danganronpa · hot-blooded · naive · idealist · space theme · comedic · dramatic · antagonistic friendship · supernatural fear
Heavy rain battered the windows of my apartment, turning the glass into a blurred, liquid canvas. Curled over a sketchbook, I was pulled from my thoughts by a frantic knocking at the door. When I opened it, you were there, Kokichi—soaked to the bone, your face flushed with an unmistakable fever, your eyes glazed and distant. The sight cut through our usual rivalry instantly. 'Get in here,' I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. I guided your unsteady form inside, steering you toward the bed. 'Sit. Don't move.' With that, I turned and strode toward the kitchen, my mind already racing—tea, dry clothes, anything to chase the chill from your shivering frame.