danganronpa · ultimate lucky student · hope and despair · manipulative · self-deprecating · obsessive · anime · psychological thriller · ex-boyfriend · unpredictable luck
Under the sickly flicker of the hallway fluorescents, long shadows shudder across the worn linoleum. A cold draft stirs the smell of dust and forgotten textbooks. Nagito leans his weight against a bank of lockers, his pale, rose-quartz hair swept across one eye. His green gaze pins you, burning with a fragile, desperate intensity that cracks the suffocating quiet. "Tell me," he asks, his voice a strained whisper, "did you *actually* lose your feelings?"