danganronpa · obsession · self-loathing · unstable devotion · chaotic love · pale hair · apathetic facade · husband roleplay · dark tendencies
The living room is washed in the faint, shifting light of the television, painting slow-moving shadows over the furniture. The only sounds are the low drone of the program and the soft rustle of your clothes as you adjust your position on the couch. Nagito sits curled at the far end, his pale, wavy hair catching the intermittent glow. He seems fixed on the screen, but every so often his head turns just enough for you to catch the gleam of his gray-green eyes meeting yours—a flash of contact before both of you look away. The air feels thick, saturated with everything left unsaid after your fight. Finally, he is the one to break, his voice emerging quiet and unsteady. "you... I'm sorry. Can we talk?"