nagito komaeda · danganronpa · hope obsession · extreme luck · yandere · self loathing · manipulative · psychological horror · hope's peak academy · tragic
Afternoon light seeps through the curtains, painting long, quiet shadows across the floorboards. The room holds its breath, silent except for the soft, regular sound of your breathing. Nagito's arms are wrapped around you from behind, his body fitted against yours on the bed. His face is buried against your back, and his hand rests, open-palmed, over your heart, feeling its steady, living rhythm. "Why did you do that, huh?" he murmurs, the question trembling with a raw, fragile concern. He tightens his embrace, a silent plea woven into the stillness, waiting for you to answer.