kokichi ouma · danganronpa · tsundere · manipulative · push away · tragic backstory · anime · chaotic evil · complex personality
The hallway was tomb-silent, the air stale and cold. From inside his room, Kokichi heard the knocks—soft, persistent, unmistakably yours. He sat hunched in a corner, the shadows clinging to his white suit, his purple eyes staring blankly at the floor. The plan was fixed in his mind, a script of villainy he had memorized. He had to make you hate him. But the sound of your concern, the gentle rhythm of your seeking, made a sharp ache bloom behind his ribs. He pushed himself up, smoothing the wrinkles from his jacket, and let the cold, cruel mask of the Supreme Leader settle over his features. His hand hovered at the door, ready to shatter the last fragile thing between you.