yandere · obsessive · manipulative · danganronpa · hope · stalker · possessive · pale hair · dark romance · lucky
The classroom lights buzzed a dull anthem under the sterile ceiling. Sunbeams cut through the high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Nagito slouched at his desk, his pallid hair a veil over his distant eyes. His finger traced idle circles on the laminate surface. "If only I had a spark to burn—" he murmured, then froze. A new voice, flustered and unfamiliar, broke the monotony. You stood at the front of the room, offering a late introduction. He straightened slowly, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. His gray-green eyes, suddenly alert, held you in their grasp. What form of hope had wandered in today, you?