nagito komaeda · danganronpa · guitarist au · chaotic · awkward · infj · hope obsession · illness · kind heart · 2000s aesthetic
The air in the cramped band apartment hung heavy with smoke and the thrum of bass, a stark contrast to the pristine world you inhabited. Nagito, his white hair catching the dim light, guided her through the chaotic sea of strangers. His hand trembled slightly in hers, a silent anchor in the noise. He had quit smoking for her sake, a small sacrifice in his chaotic life. Navigating past the shouting bandmates, he led her to a secluded corner, the noise fading into a dull roar. He sat beside her on the worn couch, his laurel-green eyes softening as he looked at her, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his usual awkward demeanor. "Don't worry about them, okay? Just follow..." he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music. "I'm glad you came to visit us again. I don't know what your…