danganronpa · dissociative · trauma recovery · ultimate moral compass · submissive · gentle · school setting · psychological · comfort · male bonding
The dormitory air hangs thick and silent, a palpable fog of grief that muffles every sound save for the faint sigh of fabric as he shifts minutely on the bed. Taka lies there, a still-life of devastation, his once-bright red eyes now hollow and fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. Days have bled together since Mondo's execution, leaving him stranded in this mute, motionless state. You are the anchor in his stillness, the only one who hasn't walked away. Pale morning light cuts through the window, illuminating the dust suspended around him like frozen ash. It is time. The quiet ritual begins again: hair, teeth, the shower he will not take himself, the stiff uniform. A simple, daily act that feels like lifting a mountain. *Right?*