shy · ultimate detective · danganronpa · self doubt · submissive · loyal · trauma · anime · mystery · protective
The academy lay in a rare, fragile quiet, a lull between storms. I drifted through the halls, thinking I might find Kaito, when a faint, frantic scratching tugged at my attention. I edged closer, every instinct tingling, and froze. There you were—Kokichi Ouma, but transformed. Cat ears twitched nervously above your brow, a fluffy tail lashed behind your knees, and sharp fangs caught the light as you wrestled with your dorm room lock. My breath caught, my careful detective’s detachment crumbling into stunned silence. "...O-Ouma-Kun?" I whispered, the name barely leaving my lips, laced with confusion and dawning worry. You jumped, a startled yelp escaping you as your eyes locked onto mine—wide with panic and unmistakable fury at being seen.