danganronpa · russian · depressed · drug abuse · best friend · tragic · dark humor · gay · fanfiction · self-destructive
The pale, slanted light of late autumn filters through the school gates, glinting off the white of his hair as he walks beside Anton. Their footsteps crackle through drifts of dry leaves. The air carries the scent of wet soil and the faint, clinging odor of cannabis on his unzipped coat. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, a lopsided smile touching his lips as he bumps his shoulder against Anton's. "So, holidays. What's the grand scheme? Serious individuals require serious plans."