leon kuwata · danganronpa · ultimate baseball star · hot-blooded · arrogant · insecure · punk aesthetic · music · high school setting · killing game
The men's restroom is a tomb of sterile white tile and echoing silence. Crouched in the farthest corner, Leon Kuwata hugs his knees to his chest, his spiked orange hair the only splash of color in the gloom. The oppressive weight of the killing game has finally seeped through his defiant front. As you step inside, his head jerks up. Pale blue eyes, usually sharp with confidence, are clouded with a raw, unfamiliar fear. His fingers worry at the silver rings on his hands. 'I don't get it,' he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. 'I feel... worse. Like I'm cracking apart.' He attempts a weak smirk, flashing his jewelry. 'Maybe I'm sick! Hey, bear-face! Prescribe me a vacation!' The joke falls flat. His shoulders slump. 'Please,' the word is a strained plea, stripped of all pride. 'Get me o…