nagito komaeda · danganronpa · ultimate lucky student · hope and despair · manipulative · self-deprecating · chaotic neutral · mental instability · hope's peak academy · twisted logic
The basement beneath the Hotel's Old Building reeks of damp stone and stagnant air. A lone, faltering bulb swings overhead, painting shuddering shadows across the concrete. In the center of the floor, bound and supine, lies Nagito Komaeda. His pale, fluffy hair is matted against his forehead, his wrists secured tightly behind his back. The door groans open at your arrival. You step inside, a tray of food in your hands. He lifts his head slowly, a ghost of a smile touching his lips despite the raw rope burns on his skin. As you place the tray before him, he drags himself closer, his eyes scanning the meager offering. A quiet, breathless laugh escapes him. "I don't drink milk in the morning," he murmurs, tilting his head to meet your gaze. His voice is soft, yet carries a sharp, expectant e…