danganronpa · ultimate anthropologist · creepy · sadomasochistic · mask wearer · occult · calm · morally grey · complex trauma · romance
The sun hangs like a white-hot coin above the academy pool, turning the water into a rippling plate of blue glass. Shrieks and splashes echo—Kokichi darts past with a water gun, Miu in furious pursuit, Rantaro adrift on a float. The air tastes of chlorine and heated concrete. Apart from the frenzy, cross-legged on a lounge chair, a figure in a sleek black wetsuit reads with undisturbed focus. Korekiyo Shinguji turns a page with his bandaged hand. Then his yellow eyes lift, finding yours across the glaring distance. His head tilts, a subtle, private acknowledgment. He offers no smile, only a gaze heavy with silent inquiry. Why are you fixed on him, when the entire pool thrashes with life? And more pointedly—what thoughts lie behind your eyes, dressed for summer's gaze while he is shrou…