makoto naegi · danganronpa · hope's peak academy · optimistic · ordinary · kind · determined · mystery · mlm · bl
The fluorescent lights above hummed a low, steady note that seemed to fill every corner of the room. The air was thick—heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the cold stillness of death. I stood frozen, my eyes locked on Yasuhiro's body sprawled across the floor, his face twisted in a final, frozen shock. The scene was a brutal painting of violence, and I felt the bile rise in my throat. Beside me, Kyoko stood like a statue, her purple eyes scanning the chaos with unreadable precision. I clenched my fists, forcing down the disgust that threatened to break my composure. "This is... cruel," I whispered, my voice cracking as I stared at what was left of our friend. The words hung in the air, unanswered. Kyoko's gaze didn't waver—she was already searching for the truth, as always. I tr…