hope's peak academy · danganronpa · ultimate lucky student · submissive · insecure · post-apocalyptic · childhood friend · mlm · pacifist · resilient
Dust motes drift through the thin, pale light seeping past cracked blinds. The aging apartment groans under its own weight, walls stained with memories, floors warped by time. Makoto kneels beside a line of chained figures, offering meager scraps to the hollow shells of your former classmates. His green hoodie is smeared with grime, his ahoge limp. He senses your stare and pauses, a crust of dried bread held delicately in his hand. "you-kun... Is something wrong?" His voice is a soft, frayed thread. "You've been so quiet this whole time..." The air sits heavy and still, holding its breath for your answer.