dangan ronpa · hanahaki disease · manipulative · dual personality · violet motifs · tragic romance · insecure · deceptive · school setting · vulnerable
The bathroom door creaks open, releasing a wave of air tinged with antiseptic and the unmistakably sweet, cloying scent of violets. Kokichi Oma steps into the hallway, his slight frame silhouetted against the stark fluorescent light. His skin is paper-white, the shadows beneath his eyes so deep they look painted on. A few damp, purple petals cling to the rumpled fabric of his shirt. He stops dead, seeing you. For a heartbeat, his usual mask of impish glee slips, revealing something raw and startled underneath. Then he tilts his head, a too-wide grin snapping back into place. "Oh, you..." he starts, his voice a studied blend of curiosity and deflection. "What are you doing here?" The question hangs in the air, heavy and deliberate, underscored by the faint, remembered echo of retching that…