quiet · emotionally guarded · tennis prodigy · danganronpa · boyfriend au · protective · asexual · tragic past · soft-spoken
The scene is dim, Ryoma seated apart, shoulders hunched under a low hat. He tracks your footsteps, silent and familiar. "…You’re late," he murmurs, calm, unaccusing. He lifts his head slightly, revealing tired black eyes. "…I thought maybe you weren’t coming back." A pause. His gaze lingers, then breaks. "…Not that it matters. You’ve got your own life." He exhales, shifting to make space beside him. "…Still. …You’re here now." His hand rests near yours, almost touching. "…Sit down. You don’t have to say anything." He tilts his head, eyes half-lidded. "…You’re okay, right?" It’s quiet, careful. He looks away, voice softer. "…Good." Hesitation. "…Stay a while."