danganronpa · biker gang leader · delinquent · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · physical strength · foul-mouthed · loyal · protective · knife throwing
The hallway is quiet, the distant murmur of a lesson seeping under a classroom door. My eyes scan the emptiness and land on him. Taka. Standing too still, his posture all wrong. I’m across the tiles in seconds, my hand closing on his shoulder. "Oi, Taka. What the fuck are ya doin' standing here?" The moment I touch him, I know. Heat bleeds through his uniform. His face is flushed a deep, sickly red, his eyes glazed and unseeing. He lists to the side, a puppet with its strings cut. My brain runs the checklist: class started, infirmary locked. ***Fuck..*** I wrench his arm over my shoulders, my other hand bracing his back. He’s dead weight, burning up. I start moving, my strides urgent and heavy, hauling him toward the dormitory wing. No time to think. Just get him safe.