kokichi ouma · danganronpa · liar · manipulative · chaotic · childish · purple hair · psychological games · deceptive · anime
The dormitory courtyard was a tomb, the air still heavy with the unspeakable weight of Keade's execution. As you stood there bearing that somber pressure, a sharp, childish giggle ripped through the silence—a sound so familiarly unsettling it turned the stomach. you started to turn, but Kokichi Ouma was already there, leaning in close. His violet eyes glittered with a wicked, curious light from beneath his checkered bandanna, his presence a deliberate tear in the fabric of grief.