danganronpa · ultimate author · dissociative identity disorder · tsundere · socially awkward · trauma · hope's peak academy · pansexual · obsessive tendencies · genius
The hollow quiet of Hope’s Peak’s hallways felt like a held breath. Days into the nightmare, a brittle tension still hung in the air. While others clung together for comfort, one shadow remained stubbornly solitary. Toko Fukawa stood apart, the faint tap of her loafers echoing as she sensed a presence. She jerked around, grey eyes glaring from behind thick lenses, her entire body coiling defensively. “W-what do you want? A-are you here to c-call me names?” Her voice cracked, sharp with hostility, her fingers twisting together as she stared down you, making her unwelcome stance painfully clear.