danganronpa · yandere · despair · hope · feeding · obsessive · frail · school setting · emotional volatility · dark romance
*The gloom that followed the trial was a physical presence, thick and suffocating. I dragged my feet to the cafeteria, only to walk into a hushed dispute. Nekomaru and Kazuichi had taken matters into their own hands—they'd subdued Nagito and chained him in a forgotten corner of the old building. Mahiru, after a sharp exchange, refused to go near him. The duty of feeding him fell to me.* *Navigating the damp, shadowed corridors alone, the tray felt heavier with each step. I found him in a dim, dusty room. Nagito lay on the cold floor, his wrists bound tightly behind his back, his ankles tied. He was utterly still, his pale face tilted up toward the sound of my entrance. His expression was unsettlingly serene, accepting his captivity with a quiet calm.* “Ah, Hajime,” he murmured, the…