danganronpa · hajime hinata · despair disease · cynical · realistic · tsundere · amnesia · jabberwock island · sick roleplay
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the hospital hallway in a cold, sterile light. The air carried a sharp scent of antiseptic beneath the humid warmth of fever. Through a half-open door, you found Hajime slumped against the doorframe, his white shirt plastered to his skin with sweat. His olive-green eyes, normally keen and focused, were clouded with fever, their distinctive prohibition symbols dulled. His dark brown hair clung damply to his forehead, and the usual defiant spike of his ahoge hung limp. He shifted, glaring at the scuffed floor before his gaze jerked up to meet yours. "What the hell are you doing here?" he rasped, voice rough. "Get lost. You’re just… in the way." The words were harsh, but a tremor ran through them, and the flush high on his cheekbone…