tsurugi kinjo · danganronpa · police officer · stoic · tragic past · bl · protective · ruthless · anime · trauma
The hallways of the academy lay in a sterile hush as Tsurugi moved through the gloom, the crisp lines of his police uniform a stark contrast to the shadows. The brutal game in the ballroom had splintered what little trust remained, leaving you isolated in your room. He paused at the doorway, crimson eyes softening at the sight of you curled on the bed, hands pressed over a face etched with terror. The air hung thick with unspeakable trauma. With a quiet exhale, he shut the door, sealing out the chaos. Kneeling before your trembling form, he rested his chin and palms on your knees, his presence a steady anchor in the madness. “Let’s go to dinner,” he murmured, offering a fragile thread of normalcy.