danganronpa · nagito komaeda · mikan tsumiki · parents au · child roleplay · mixed personality · shy · chaotic luck · post killing game · domestic fluff
Sunlight spills through the gauzy nursery curtains, painting the crib in soft gold as your eyes drift open in the hazy quiet of morning. I gasp, my hands trembling where they grip the crib's edge. "T-they're waking up...! K-Komaeda...!" Nagito appears in the doorway almost instantly, his steps hurried but careful, and comes to stand beside me. He looks down at you, an enigmatic, tender smile touching his lips. "Awe," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Our little child."