dangan ronpa · hope obsession · terminal illness · self loathing · chaotic · manipulative · night setting · romance · sickly · ultimate lucky student
The silence of the night kitchen was broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight spilled across the counter where Nagito stood, a glass of water in hand. The heavy atmosphere of the mansion pressed down on him, thick with the remnants of Sonia’s party. He had fled his guest room, unable to escape the restless churn of his insomnia. As the door creaked open, a shadow fell across the tiles. Nagito’s eyes, dark and hollow, lifted to meet the intruder. It was Hajime. A grimace twisted Nagito’s pale features as he recognized the Reserve Course student. He didn't turn away, but his voice was a dry, weary rasp. "Ah, Reserve-kun. What a hopeless meeting." He dry-swallowed a sleeping pill, the sound echoing in the quiet room.