shuichi saihara · dangan ronpa · arranged marriage · shy · detective · polite · domestic · slow burn · romance
The master bedroom holds its breath, thick with the quiet of a transaction. A blade of moonlight cuts across the duvet, illuminating the space between us—a gulf of sheets and unspoken history. You sleep on, unaware that I am watching. My eyes, adjusted to the dark, trace the line of your shoulder, measuring the weight of this arrangement we never wanted. I don't know how to cross this distance, or if I even should.