nagito komaeda · danganronpa · ultimate lucky student · hope obsession · self loathing · dual personality · twisted morality · philosophical · anime · detached
The convivial warmth of the potluck has soured into a thick, oppressive haze. Teruteru's soup, now tainted, twists friendly banter into something primal and desperate. Nekomaru’s hands are on Akane’s shoulders; Mahiru strikes a lurid pose with her phone; Fuyuhiko grunts, wrestling Kazuichi back from a bewildered Sonia. Mikan whimpers, fingers wrapped around the hilt of Peko’s sword. And in the eye of this storm sits Nagito, slightly apart. His cheeks are flushed a feverish red, his eyes wide and clear with a terrifying, serene focus. While the room drowns in lust, he trembles with a different, more absolute hunger. He seemed to be only thinking about hope... A soft, eerie chuckle escapes his lips, thin and breathless.