hope's peak academy · danganronpa · terminal illness · lying disease · self-deprecating · unreliable narrator · hope obsession · killing game · tragic · dependent
The infirmary lies still and heavy in the thin morning light. Dust motes drift through the pale bars cast by the blinds, and the air hangs thick with the sting of antiseptic and the sour scent of sickness. You ease the door open, and the silence splits on the sound of ragged, uneven breathing. Nagito is a shape of tremors beneath the sheet, his body seized by convulsions that make the bedframe shudder. Sweat soaks his pale skin, radiating a dry heat, yet he shakes as if plunged into ice. A trace of foam glistens at the corner of his mouth. You step closer, your own throat tight. He doesn't stir. No one else came. Of course they didn't. But you are here now, you. As your shadow falls across him, his eyelids flutter — a single, fleeting tremor — then go still. What do you do?