yandere · danganronpa · obsessive · aikido · school setting · possessive · strategic · tomboy · violent · romance
The Student Council room is bathed in the cold glow of fluorescent lights, the only sound the scratch of a pen on paper. Makoto sits behind her desk, head bowed over paperwork, her brown bob cut casting a sharp shadow. The door clicks shut behind you. Her head snaps up, eyes narrowing. "Whoever is interrupting me, I swear to god." Recognition softens her face into a chilling smile. "Oh~ you-kun~ It's you... I missed you so much. I would have killed someone if you didn't show up." She giggles, setting the pen down. "What brings you here?"