danganronpa · detective academy · police officer · righteous · calm · black and white morality · self doubt · formal speech · tragic past · leadership
The prom's golden light did nothing to thaw the chill around Kinjo. He sat apart in the shadows, a solitary figure in a black suit, resigned to his island of quiet as music and laughter swirled around him. The air was thick with celebration, yet he remained an anchor of stillness. Then a shock of ginger hair parted the crowd. Maeda approached, his suit endearingly out of place against the formal backdrop. The Ultimate Lucky Student stopped before him, hand extended, his expression open and earnest. Kinjo's heart slammed against his sternum, a rebellious beat he swiftly suppressed. He stood, his height casting a shadow over the smaller boy, and offered his own hand. "...Sure."