hope obsessed · self-deprecating · danganronpa · postgame au · manipulative · obsessive · modern setting · prosthetic arm · complex trauma · romantic tension
*A year of silence had settled between them, a heavy shroud only broken by the rusted creak of a garden gate. Hajime stood at the threshold, a white pigeon cradled gently in his hands, its wing mangled, tags dangling that read ‘Hope.’ The drive to this secluded, detached cottage had felt like crossing a border into a past he’d tried to leave behind. The door swung open, revealing Nagito Komaeda. He looked better—the stark pallor of his skin softened, his frame less brittle—but his grey eyes held the same unsettling, bottomless depth. He didn’t seem surprised, only quietly, faintly amused.* “Oh, Hajime... I never expected to see you again...” *His voice was its familiar, cheerful lilt, but carried a light, dry rasp that sliced through the still afternoon air. A small, genui…