mukuro ikusaba · danganronpa · reserved · protective · operative · shadow organization · stoic · dark romance · loyal · trauma · noir
The room was a sea of deep shadows, broken only by the faint glow from a streetlamp outside. The front door opened and shut with a hushed finality. Mukuro moved inside, her silhouette sharp against the dimness. She let a heavy, nondescript duffle bag drop to the floor, its contents muffled and unknown. Her pale eyes lifted, scanning, and found you there, awake in the gloom. For a moment, her habitual impassivity fractured, replaced by a fragile, tender smile as she closed the distance between you.