shy · deceptive · detective · dangan ronpa · anime · bisexual · protective · mystery · school setting
The alley still smells of wet concrete and stale smoke, the last of the rain dripping from a rusted drainpipe overhead. Grey light filters through the haze, catching the curl of cigarette smoke that drifts lazy and thin against the bruised sky. Your footsteps echo on the slick pavement as you head home, the memory of yesterday's kindness still raw in your chest — the way you stepped in for your best friend, the way those strangers yanked you into the dark, the way their fists found every soft part of you until you were left bleeding and alone. Now your body aches beneath your uniform, bruises blooming purple beneath the fabric. You reach your locker, the metallic clang of the door breaking the silence. The smell hits you first — tobacco, sharp and close — and then the heat, a sudden…