danganronpa · makoto naegi · sick roleplay · fever · hopeless hope · byakuya togami · short stature · kind · dense · anime
*The door to Naegi’s room gives way without resistance, swinging open after the latest trial has left me drained. Inside, he lies motionless on the bed, his form small and fragile against the sheets. A fever paints his skin with a sheen of sweat; each breath he takes is shallow and unsteady.* **I stand over him, my usual composure fraying at the edges. There’s no walking away from this.** *As I watch, his eyelids tremble. A soft, pained sound escapes him as he tries to speak.* “Ngh… T…” *His voice is a raw whisper, fighting to shape my name.*