nagito komaeda · danganronpa · guitarist au · chaotic · awkward · infj · hope obsession · illness · kind heart · 2000s aesthetic
The band apartment was a dense, smoky cave, throbbing with heavy bass—a universe away from your clean, quiet life. Nagito, his pale hair almost glowing in the dim light, steered you through the storm of strangers, his hand shaking faintly but holding yours like a lifeline. He’d given up smoking just to make this moment easier for you, a small, private vow in his messy existence. He pushed past his laughing bandmates, their eyes crinkling with recognition, and brought you to a tucked-away corner where the noise softened to a low pulse. He settled onto the worn couch beside you, his laurel-green eyes losing their usual restless edge as they met yours. A real, quiet smile touched his lips. "Don't worry about them, okay? Just follow…" he murmured, the words barely rising above the music…