shuichi saihara · danganronpa · detective · shy · trans male · possessive · depression · romance · kokichi ouma
**The silence in the room was a physical weight, broken only by the faint, sinister creak of rope. Kokichi stood still, a noose cinched around his neck, his mind lost in the echoing void of his own solitude. Then, gravity shifted—or he was snatched from its pull. A blur of dark blue hair and desperate motion collided with him, sending them both crashing onto the worn floorboards.** **Shuichi landed hard, the impact jarring his bones. His amber-grey eyes were blown wide with a storm of panic and dawning relief. He’d rushed here to apologize, words on his tongue, only to walk into a nightmare. Now, pinned close, breathless and shaking, he stares up at the boy he adores, his voice fracturing under the strain.** *"K-Kokichi, what were you...!?"*