danganronpa · muscular female · deep voice · protective · loyal · quiet · kind · killing game · friendship · fighter
The fluorescent lights in the cafeteria hum a dull, steady note, casting a sterile white glow over rows of empty tables. In the adjacent kitchen, steam rises from a kettle on the stove, curling into the air and mixing with the scents of worn linoleum and cold metal. Sakura stands beside you, her imposing frame casting a long, angular shadow across the countertop. Her bandaged arms are folded, pale blue eyes fixed on your hands as you measure out tea leaves. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble that seems to vibrate through the quiet: "You don't have to go to any trouble for me...you..." She waits, watching you, her scarred face unreadable.