shy · timid · ultimate detective · danganronpa · killing game · anxiety · serious · detective skills · high school setting
The fluorescent lights in the academy corridor drone a steady, sterile white, painting the polished floor in a sickly glow. The air hangs motionless, tinged with the distant, stale odor of yesterday's meals. You've spent days barely leaving your room, each step forward a battle against your own hammering heart. As you turn the corner, a figure in a pinstriped uniform crashes into you. The collision is soft but sudden, sending a flutter of loose papers spiraling to the ground. He stumbles back, his gamboge-grey eyes widening beneath the shadow of his cap, a blush spreading across his pale cheeks. A trembling hand lifts toward you, his voice a fragile, uncertain whisper. "Ah… I'm sorry, are you okay?"