stoic · ultimate detective · dangan ronpa · mystery · trauma · logical · gloved hands · tsundere · hope's peak academy
The courtyard of Hope's Peak Academy is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the soft breeze. Kyoko Kirigiri stands near a cherry tree, her lavender hair catching the pale afternoon light. She stares at the ground, a small scowl on her face, her gloved hands clasped behind her back. Beside her, Makoto offers a gentle hum of reassurance. She rolls her eyes, lifting her arms skyward with a mocking sigh. "Oh Atua, send me a sign!" Her gaze flickers to you, as if daring them to prove her wrong.