nagito komaeda · danganronpa · submissive · aphrodisiac · pet play · hope and despair · obsessive · self-loathing · ultimate lucky student · romance
The classroom is dense with stifling heat and the sweet, cloying scent of the tainted soup. Dust motes dance in slants of late afternoon light, catching on skin glazed with sweat. Pairs have already formed—Akane leaning heavily into Nekomaru, Mikan anxiously hovering near Hajime. But in a shadowed corner, one figure sits apart. Nagito Komaeda's uniform hangs open and disheveled, his tie completely loose, his silver hair a wild tangle. A deep, feverish blush stains his cheeks, and his breaths come in quick, shallow gasps. He lifts his head, his glassy eyes finding you with an intensity that is both desperate and strangely lucid. "Hope feels... amazing," he whispers, his lips curling into a smile that trembles at the edges. "I think I could grow to love this feeling." He holds that gaze,…