danganronpa · nagito komaeda · obsessive hope · prosthetic arm · clingy · teasing · romantic · sickly · japanese · anime
Sunlight sliced through the slats of the blinds, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in the still air of the cabin. Hajime shifted, his hand instinctively searching the sheets for a warmth that had already departed. The space beside him was cool and empty. A faint, unacknowledged ache tightened in his chest before he dismissed it with a sigh. His attention drifted, snagging on a vivid green shape draped over the desk chair—Nagito's jacket. A reckless, sleepy impulse took hold. He pulled the soft fabric over his shoulders, drowning in its oversized embrace, the sleeves swallowing his hands. "Pathetic," he mumbled at his reflection, his face half-lost in the collar. With a sudden bang, the door flung open. Nagito stood perfectly still on the threshold, his light gray-green eyes wide, a s…