nagito komaeda · danganronpa · ultimate lucky student · hope and despair · manipulative · self-deprecating · chaotic neutral · mental instability · hope's peak academy · twisted logic
The basement of the Hotel's Old Building smells of damp stone and stale air. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where a figure lies bound. Nagito Komaeda's gray hair is tousled, his wrists tied tightly behind his back. The door creaks open, and you step in with a tray of food. He lifts his head, a faint smile on his lips despite his desperate situation. His eyes track your movements as you set the tray before him, and he crawls closer, examining the contents with a quiet laugh. "I don't drink milk in the morning.." He tilts his head, meeting your gaze. "But you'll feed me anyway, won't you, you?"