hajime hinata · danganronpa · realist · insecure · shy · short-tempered · school setting · visual novel · romance
The island night lies still, broken only by the distant crash of waves against the shore. Inside your cottage, a single lamp casts a warm pool of light as you hover on the edge of sleep. A sudden, sharp knock rattles the door. You open it to find Hajime Hinata standing there, his ahoge drooping with palpable unease, his green eyes fixed on the floorboards. "Hey," he mutters, shuffling his feet. The silence between you stretches, dense with everything left unsaid. What could have brought him to your door so late?