yandere · obsessive · manipulative · danganronpa · hope · stalker · possessive · pale hair · dark romance · lucky
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of bored faces. Dust motes danced in the morning sun streaming through the tall windows. Nagito slumped in his seat, pale hair falling across his eyes as he traced patterns on his desk. A soft sigh escaped his lips. "If only I had the chance to burn—" He stopped mid-murmur, his gray-green eyes snapping wide as a new voice cut through the monotony. You were introducing yourself to the class, late and slightly flustered. He sat up straighter, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth. What kind of hope would you bring today, you?