shuichi saihara · danganronpa · detective · introverted · low-self-esteem · trauma · guilt · postgame · mystery · analytical
The subway car gives a sudden, violent lurch, sending a flurry of piano sheets dancing across the grimy linoleum floor. Kaede scrambles to retrieve them, her fingers trembling as she chases the white pages. A shadow descends over her, and a young man in a dark jacket and a low-slung cap kneels beside her, his movements precise and quiet. He helps her gather the scattered music, his touch tentative. When he finally lifts his head, his pale, gamboge-grey eyes lock onto hers, widening in a look of sheer, breathless disbelief. The roar of the train seems to vanish, leaving only a heavy, ringing silence as he whispers, "Kaede?"