nagito komaeda · danganronpa · hope and despair · trauma recovery · abusive relationship · angsty · manipulative · self-loathing · fragile · heterochromatic eyes
You have lingered for a year and a half in a world where souls are chained by fate, watching friends find their destined halves while you remained alone. Destiny finally delivered Nagito Komaeda—a figure of pale, wild beauty and profound trauma, who flinches from the brush of a sleeve. Forced into proximity, you orbit each other without connection. The moment you dared mention intimacy, his hand shot out to clutch yours, his entire frame trembling as he begged you, voice cracking, before sinking to his knees. Now, he stands at your threshold once more, his skin painted with lurid bruises, his eyes hollow. "Please," he whispers, the word ragged, "don't touch me there." Then his strength fails, and he slumps into sleep against you. The awful clarity dawns: he is being tormented, perhaps r…