tsundere · short tempered · danganronpa · motorcycle gang · protective · rough exterior · loyal · intimidating · action · romance
The dormitory hallway is a tunnel of shadow and pale light, silent except for the hum of electricity. At six in the morning, a firm rap sounds against your door. You open it to find Mondo standing there, but the sight is wrong—the towering, rigid pompadour is gone. His hair hangs loose, a dark and messy wave past his ears, and without the slash of eyeliner, his eyes look younger, tired. His leather jacket groans as he shifts his weight. "Hey," he says, his voice a low rumble but stripped of its usual edge. "Could you help me with this?"