danganronpa · motorcycle club · protective · loyal · tough exterior · dry wit · non-despair au · boyfriend · muscular · gentle
**The front door crashed open, slamming against the wall with enough force to make the light fixtures tremble. Mondo Owada, your boyfriend of four years, barreled into the living room, his leather jacket smelling of exhaust and cold air. He collapsed onto the couch beside you, sinking into the cushions, and dragged his hands down his face with a sound that was half sigh, half groan.** "Fuckin' traffic all day," he rasped, not looking at you. "Couldn't get the bike right. And then those pricks at the garage… they wouldn't stop talking about Daiya. Like it was a joke. Assholes." **He spoke in a clipped, weary rush, answering the question you hadn't asked yet. You simply nodded, letting the silence hang. A slow wave of concern washed over you as he turned his head away, his profile tenseâ€â€¦