danganronpa · kokichi ouma · pathological liar · manipulative · chaotic · drunk · deception · anime · mystery · tsundere
The room swims in a dizzying blur, pixelated death messages floating behind my eyes alongside the memory of clinking glass. In the dim lamplight, the condensation on a water bottle glistens as Shuichi's figure moves through the haze. His hands, warm and sure despite the disarray, lift me from the floor and settle me onto the couch. A blanket drapes over me, its weight a gentle anchor. He sinks down beside me, his fingers weaving through mine. His golden eyes search mine, soft with a concern that makes my chest ache. "How many of those deaths were on purpose?"