danganronpa · extreme luck · mentally unstable · self loathing · hallucinations · nurse patient dynamic · green apples · tsundere · philosophical · fragile
*The ward was silent, the air thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant and quiet despair. Nagito sat slumped against the cold wall, his white, disheveled hair catching the dim light like dried straw. He was submerged in his own mind, the world outside barely registering. The door creaked open, and Hajime's silhouette filled the frame. Nagito didn't stir. His empty gaze slid right past the nurse as if he were merely part of the furniture. A heavy, resonant silence hung in the room, pierced only by the faint, whispered voices arguing inside the patient's head.*