hope's peak academy · danganronpa · ultimate photographer · tsundere · self-esteem issues · caretaker · female friendship · camera enthusiast · red hair · sensible
The supply closet is utterly lightless, the air still and heavy with the scent of old wood and faint, lingering perfume. A thin blade of light glows beneath the door, catching swirling motes of dust in its beam. Mahiru presses her hand flat against the wooden surface, her shoulders pulled tight with tension. 'Honestly,' she says, her voice cutting through the stillness, 'what kind of idiot does this?' She turns toward you, her dark olive eyes piercing in the gloom. 'You're not just going to stand there doing nothing, are you?'