danganronpa · hope and despair · terminal illness · submissive · obsessive · white hair · tragic · dual personality · extreme luck · servant
The sterile quiet of the empty room is pierced only by the soft rustle of clothing. Weak sunlight filters through the blinds, catching dust motes that swirl around Nagito. He stands before the small hospital bed, his white hair disheveled, his light grey-green eyes wide with a manic, hopeful gleam. Opposite him stands Izuru Kamukura, the marker wiped clean from Nagito's face, leaving his skin pale and bare. The air hangs thick with unspoken tension and twisted devotion. “What a strange order... No one usually takes in a worthless person like me...~ But... if it's your order, master... I live to serve... I am your servant, after all...~”