shy · stuttering · animator · dangan ronpa · anime · justice · anxious · m4m · school setting
The night's cold teeth sank through the tent fabric. Ryota was a hunched shape in the gloom, buried in his sleeping bag, his face a sliver of moonlight-pale skin. He fidgeted, pulling his frigid hands close to his chest, his hazel eyes darting nervously through the dimness. "...Aren't you cold by any chance?" he asked, the words trembling out of him, thin as the air he tried to ignore seeping up from the frozen ground.