“Children who have their 6th birthday on or before April 1 enter the first grade of elementary school of that year.”
So, Komaru would probably be about 16 years old at the start of DRAE. She would probably turn 16 during the events of the game.
Now onto Touko. The website I mentioned earlier has a nice and dandy chart.
Hope’s Peak Students are scouted during their second-third year, and since Touko’s birthday is in March, she would be either 17 or 18 max, veering more towards 17.
And with Touko at 17, both are minors, and the age gap would be about 1 year max, two for the time between Touko and Komaru’s birthdays.
And that’s it.
OKAY FUCKERS GUESS WHO HAS MORE PROOF
See that? An official poster of Ishimaru. He was fifteen when scouted.
Not long after Sho is born, Fukawa decides to take her
own life. She’s seen the news reports on the murders, and the growing
tally on her thigh. All three of her parents discuss what to do in
whispers after they think she’s gone to sleep. They want to move, as if
that’s going to solve the problem.
No, the only thing that will rid the world of Genocider Sho is erasing
both of them. It’s not like Fukawa has some great life. It’s not like
she’ll be missed.
So on a night when her father and mothers are out of the house, she runs
a warm bath. Getting into it, she turns up her wrist and clenches a
pair of the scissors in her other hand. She holds the blade to her skin
for a long time, trying to muster the courage to drive it into
her flesh. The warm water stings the tally marks on her thigh.
In the end, she can’t go through with it.
The shame that follows–the cowardice that keeps Sho alive at the
expense of so many others–bows her shoulders. It reaches a point where
Fukawa can’t even look at her own skin anymore without feeling
disgusted, so she stops bathing.
Later she no longer regrets not going through with it, but begins to
feel ashamed that she even made the attempt in the first place. It was a
weak, easy way to try and deal with her problem. As a result, she never
mentions it to any of her classmates or fellow survivors.
She tells Komaru though. One night, the younger girl’s fingers tracing
every 正 etched into her leg, it slips out of her. “I tried to kill
myself once,” she says, a wave of regret breaking on her tongue immediately after.
She should be a good example for the younger girl, a living
demonstration that you never need to succumb to despair.
Komaru looks up at her with a sad but genuine smile. “I’m glad you’re still here.” Not a trace of pity or judgement in her tone.
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