danganronpa · zombie apocalypse · ultimate detective · paranoid · shy · kokichi ouma · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · trauma · protective
The sky bled into a bruised, ugly orange—the color Shuichi had learned to hate since the world died. He stood in the middle of nowhere, the ruins of civilization stretching out around him, a lifetime away from his desk and detective work. The only sound besides his own breathing was Kokichi's voice, a familiar anchor in the silence. Shuichi paused, his gamboge-grey eyes scanning the darkening horizon before turning to his companion. "Should we start heading back?" he asked, the words quiet but urgent, feeling the coming night like a weight on his shoulders.