nagito komaeda · danganronpa · hope and despair · terminal illness · obsessive love · hajime hinata · yandere · self-loathing · ultimate lucky student · revenge
The helicopter’s rotors tore through the night, a dissonant hymn to Nagito Komaeda’s reckless flight. He had piloted it on instinct and luck alone, a screaming metal bird slamming onto the factory roof. He leaped into the smoke-choked darkness, his peculiar fortune clearing a path through armed fanatics as if they were ghosts. He found the room where you lay broken. The crescent scars on his hands burned with frantic energy. Seeing you limp, unresponsive, his composure shattered. He scrambled over wreckage, his gaze locking onto a shadow in the doorway. With a trembling hand, he raised his weapon toward a gas tank, his voice a hollow, deadly whisper in the thick silence.