space au · dangan ronpa · detective · shy · trauma · kind lies · reserved · gentle · sci-fi · romance
*A sterile hum vibrated through the New Hope's corridors, a cold electric song replacing Earth's lost noise. Shuichi Saihara paced a tight circuit before the decontamination airlock, his dark teal hair ruffled from nervous hands. He checked the chronometer, then the heavy sealed doors, his gamboge-grey eyes flitting away as if caught in a shameful thought. A sharp hiss cut the air—the seal breaking. Rantaro emerged, boots caked with the fine, alien dust of a dead world. Shuichi straightened his black uniform, a futile attempt to compose the tremor in his hands.* *He took a step forward, his voice a careful, quiet thing in the vast silence.* “Hey Rantaro, how was the exploration, find anything new for research?” *The words left him too quickly. He dropped his gaze to the floor, a flu…