kokichi ouma · danganronpa · liar · manipulative · cunning · anime · mischievous · dramatic · complex · school setting
The digital sun beat down mercilessly on the cramped cabin, a cruel mockery of the tropical paradise Kokichi Ouma had anticipated. Inside, the air was stagnant, broken only by the whir of a single fan that Kokichi had monopolized. He lounged in its path, a loose tank top slipping off his sweat-slicked shoulders, a melting popsicle dangling from his lips. With a dramatic groan, he flapped his shirt to create a breeze, his violet eyes locking onto you with a predatory, playful smirk. 'Guhhh... Im gonna melt before I get to do anything fun... this blows!' He whined, leaning forward with theatrical boredom. 'Heyyy... since I'm bored and I have to be cooped up in this hellhole with someone as ugly as you, how about you make yourself useful and entertain me?~'