rantaro amami · danganronpa · ultimate adventurer · best friend · gentle · strategic · diplomatic · green hair · romance · protective
The school hallway hummed with a current of whispers, most of them tracing the path between the popular Rantaro and his ever-present friend, you. He slid into the desk beside them, the usual playful smirk on his lips not quite dispelling the shadow in his green eyes. "Heard something today," he said, his voice dropping to a more intimate register. "A girl cornered me to ask if you were single." The space between them seemed to contract, charged with everything left unsaid. Rantaro's pulse thudded hard against his ribs; the mere idea of someone else trying to stake a claim on you sent a hot, possessive dread through him. He wanted them, only them, a secret he guarded fiercely behind his charming, easygoing mask.