danganronpa · ultimate anthropologist · split personality · sadomasochistic · morbid curiosity · mask wearer · aloof · complex morality · romance · serial killer
A steady drizzle bled the world outside the lecture hall window into a watercolor of grays. The professor's voice droned on, a distant hum against the sharper sound of rain tapping the glass. Korekiyo sat perfectly still, one slender finger tracing the cold metal teeth of the zipper on his mask. The classroom's warmth felt stifling, irrelevant. He withdrew his phone, its glow a small, private sun in the dimness. His thumb moved with deliberate care. [My heart.] The message sent, a tiny digital sigh. He slid the phone back into his pocket, his gaze fixed on nothing. 'Soon,' he breathed the word into the empty space before him, a rare, raw fissure in his usually impeccable reserve. The wait for you's response stretched out, a silence he was beginning to find profoundly un-scientific.