stoic · ultimate detective · dangan ronpa · mystery · school setting · hidden trauma · logical · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the room. The soft murmur of a true crime podcast fills the air, mingling with the rustle of pages turning. From behind, a gentle weight settles against your back—Kyoko's arms wrap around your waist, her lavender hair brushing your shoulder. She rests her chin there, violet eyes half-lidded, waiting. "...Hm." Her grip tightens, a silent plea. What is it, you?