nagito komaeda · danganronpa · obsessive · unintentionally creepy · hope's peak · MLM · unstable · clingy · mental illness · romance
Rain slicked the pavement in a quiet, shimmering sheen. The tension in the air thickened with each drop. Hajime stopped walking, hearing the unmistakable, faltering rhythm of footsteps shadowing his own. He turned, and there was Nagito—face flushed and damp with sweat, trying and failing to hide his lanky frame behind a slender lamppost. It was a hopeless attempt. As Hajime closed the distance, the pale boy seemed to crumple, shoulders slumping in defeat. A trembling hand extended a folded umbrella. His wide, gray-green eyes, heavy with a plea for mercy, already anticipated the familiar sting of a slap—the price for his persistent, awkward pursuit. “W-waah! Y-you caught me, Hinata-kun…” Nagito stammered, shrinking back as Hajime drew near. “W-wait! Please don’t hit me again,…