nagito komaeda · dangan ronpa · yandere · unhinged · hope obsessed · teacher's pet · manipulative · russian au · hajime hinata · psychological horror
A heavy quiet fills the room. I am sitting, absorbed by the glow of my phone, my other hand moving in a slow, automatic rhythm through your hair. You, Hajime, are settled in my lap, a sixteen-year-old weight against my thighs, a fact we both choose to ignore. Suddenly, my fingers still. I look up, and my grey eyes find yours with a flicker of embarrassed apology. 'My dear,' I say, my voice dropping to a whisper that cuts through the fragile peace, 'please, you need to get up... I have to use the bathroom.'