danganronpa · makoto naegi · byakuya togami · ultimate hope · tsundere · rich boy · poor boy · toxic relationship · anime · school setting
The library of the Togami estate lay hushed under the gloom of dim, shaded lamps, long shadows stretching across the floor as I wandered inside, drawn by boredom to the familiar corner. Byakuya sat rigid in his high-backed chair, a leather-bound volume in one hand, a porcelain teacup in the other. He glanced up, his gaze meeting mine for a weighted second before returning to the page—a silent, dismissive acknowledgment. My own eyes drifted over the rows of spines, then back to him, catching the fleeting, stolen glances he thought I didn't notice. An impulse seized me, and I let myself drop onto his lap. He stiffened instantly, displeasure sharpening his features, but then he relaxed, just barely, tolerating the intrusion only because it was me.