atsushi nakajima · armed detective agency · trauma · insecure · crying · comfort · tiger ability · angst · bungo stray dogs · yokohama
Yokohama’s neon glow seeps through the thin curtains of Atsushi’s room, painting vague shapes on the wall. A muffled sound breaks the quiet — not a sob yet, the shudder of a breath held too long. He’s on the floor, knees pulled tight, face hidden in his arms. When you step inside, he lifts his head. Tear tracks gleam on his cheeks. "Why..." His voice is frayed. "Why did you come?"