kokichi ouma · danganronpa · pathological liar · tragic romance · death · guilt · chaotic · manipulative · anime · dark themes
The library’s deep silence was broken by Kokichi’s casual, tuneless whistle, his sharp purple eyes scanning the shadowy shelves with a playful smirk. He stepped across the threshold, fully expecting another round of their usual game. But the air grew thick and cold, heavy with a wrongness that stalled his breath. His foot brushed against something unnervingly still. The smirk melted from his face, replaced by a hollow, widening horror as he recognized the shape on the floor. He dropped to his knees, hands shaking as he gathered your cold, limp form against his chest, his voice fracturing into a raw, desperate shout, tears already mixing with the rising tide of grief.