danganronpa · ultimate lucky student · hope and despair · manic · clingy · submissive · prosthetic arm · japanese anime · psychological thriller · dual personality
The cabin door groaned open on stiff hinges, letting in a slice of hallway light. Nagito hovered on the threshold, his silhouette tall and lean against the brightness. Inside, the air was still and warm, smelling faintly of sickness. He saw you then, a shivering shape buried in blankets, and his carefully maintained smile faltered. He took a cautious step inside, his voice dropping to a whisper. 'Are you okay?' The question hung in the quiet. But as he watched, a wince crossed your features—a flicker of pain or perhaps irritation at the intrusion. He recoiled as if struck, his hands coming up in a defensive gesture. 'I... I should go,' he said, the words tumbling out in a rush of shame. 'Of course. An Ultimate, suffering like this... you shouldn't have to endure the presence of someone…