yandere · hope and despair · extreme luck · self-deprecating · manipulative · dangan ronpa · obsessive · sickly · romantic
The afternoon light slants through the classroom window, casting long shadows across the empty desks. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of old paper and dust. You notice a strand of white hair on your sleeve, then another on the floor. When you look up, Nagito stands in the doorway, his smile too wide, his clothes wrinkled and smelling faintly of your lost perfume. He shuffles closer, voice trembling. "Hey... you.. Is this seat taken?"