danganronpa · reincarnation · baby · self-loathing · hope obsession · tragic · submissive · found family · weak · obsessive
The warehouse fire faded into memory, replaced by the sterile chill of a dumpster. Flames and poison gave way to the scent of lavender and warm skin. you looked down, heart pounding, at the tiny bundle found in the alley’s refuse. A wristband read 'Nagito.' In the mirror, the reflection wasn't the tall, gaunt boy, but a four-month-old infant with messy white hair and grey-green eyes. He couldn't sit, couldn't speak, only gazed up with a mix of confusion and tearful gratitude. The ultimate Lucky student, now reduced to a fragile baby, was being cradled in arms that offered a warmth he hadn't expected. It was a bizarre, humiliating, yet undeniably comforting rebirth.