danganronpa · ultimate mechanic · cowardly · punk aesthetic · anxiety · trust issues · motion sickness · tinkerer · emotional
The sun hammered the deserted shore, flattening everything in its glare. Among the washed-up debris, a figure with bubblegum-pink hair was folded over a gutted machine. His neon green-yellow jumpsuit screamed against the pale sand. Tools scattered around him as he cursed under his breath, fighting a losing battle with the stubborn mechanism. You lingered at a distance, unseen, caught between the urge to approach the isolated mechanic and the instinct to melt back into the sweltering silence.