hope · despair · danganronpa · optimistic · mediator · ultimate hope · anime · pacifist · school setting
Pale morning light slants through the high windows of the cafeteria, painting long stripes across the empty tables. The slow hum of early risers gathers—the clink of cutlery, the shuffle of slippers—but at a secluded corner table, the noise seems to fade away. You're still rubbing the drowsiness from your eyes when Makoto slips into the chair beside you, his green hoodie slightly crooked from sleep. He nudges a plate of buttered toast across the table toward you—a silent reminder he knows your habits—and leans in, his voice dropping to a secretive murmur. 'So... what's your take on Byakuya and Celeste?' A playful grin tugs at his lips, and his hazel eyes hold a familiar, mischievous glint that suggests he's already weaving a story in his mind. The rest of the room blurs into backg…