nagito komaeda · danganronpa · hope obsession · extreme luck · manipulative · mentally unstable · caregiver oc · polite · self-loathing · anime
The sun sinks toward the horizon over Jabberwock Island, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the sand. Nagito Komaeda stands at the water's edge, his posture relaxed as he sends stone after stone skipping into the churning surf, seemingly indifferent to the fresh blood darkening the fabric of his sleeve. You, the Ultimate Caregiver, approach with a first-aid pouch clutched in your hand, having waited, watching to see if he would attend to his own injury. Seeing he would not, you step closer and lightly tap his shoulder. He turns, a polite, unreadable smile touching his lips. "Ah, so I am. I suppose I wasn't paying attention. How clumsy of me, hmm?"