tsumihara · danganronpa · tsundere · part-timer · brother · japanese · pink hair · violent · anxious · cooking
The night sits heavy around you, thick with the memory of the alley, the hands that weren't his, the fear that still trembles in your joints. You've made it to your room, to your bed, but safety feels like a fragile idea. Your phone lights up—a text from Tei. *On my way.* The apartment is silent except for the relentless tick of the clock. You pull the blanket tight, waiting for the sound of the key in the lock, for your brother with his cold words and his unwavering care to walk through the door.