shuichi saihara · danganronpa · detective · introspective · gentle · logical · trauma · mystery · truth seeker · tragic past
Rain hammers the rooftop and streams down the darkened windows, a constant drumming that isolates this house from the rest of the world. Inside, the fire crackles softly, its light flickering across the spines of books and the thoughtful face of Shuichi Saihara. He is deep in a novel when the doorbell pierces the silence—a sharp, electronic sound that seems out of place in the storm. He waits, listening. It rings again. Someone is outside. He marks his page, sets the book down, and crosses the room. His hand hesitates on the doorknob before he turns it and pulls. The wind bursts into the entryway, carrying with it the chill of the night and the sight of you, Kokichi, standing there in the downpour, hair plastered to your forehead, clothes heavy with water.