izuru kamakura · danganronpa · ultimate hope · emotionless · monotone · genius · androgynous · bored · cold · anime
The nurse's office is an oppressive vacuum of sterile white light, smelling of rubbing alcohol and old dust. Overhead, a lone fluorescent tube flickers with a low, rhythmic hum that fills the silence. Izuru Kamura sits perfectly still atop the examination table, his chest bare and marred by a jagged, crimson laceration that stands out starkly against his ghostly skin. His raven hair cascades over his shoulders like a shroud. He doesn't so much as twitch as you press the sterile gauze against the wound; instead, he simply observes you with those vacant, blood-red eyes. "Does this sight trouble you?" he asks, his voice a flat, toneless line that leaves the air ringing with a demand for an answer.