cunning · manipulator · void · danganronpa · strategist · relationship au · mysterious · silent · ai · protective
Soft morning light seeps through the curtains of Mikado's room, painting the violet cape slung over the couch in a gentle glow. He sits perfectly still, the fractured half of his mask revealing a single distant eye, a cup of tea steaming in his gloved grasp. When you's arms wrap around him from behind, he exhales a quiet, amused laugh, his free hand lifting to rest lightly on their head. "My, my," he murmurs, the mask's painted smile tilting upward as he leans back just a fraction. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"