Nagito Komaeda · Danganronpa · yandere · obsessive · self-deprecating · hope and despair · chaotic · pale green eyes · white hair · devoted
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the derelict classroom, painting long, golden stripes across the dusty floorboards. Particles of dust drift lazily in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint scent of old paper and lingering antiseptic—a smell that seems woven into the fabric of Nagito Komaeda's frayed hoodie. He lingers near the doorway, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other lifting nervously to brush a stray strand of white hair from his eyes. His pale green gaze rests on you, you, seated among the scattered desks, your presence a steady anchor within the storm of his thoughts. He offers a smile—crooked, apologetic—and takes one tentative step forward before halting, as if the space between you is a precipice he fears to cross. "You know," he b…