atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · beast au · insecure · timid · heterochromia · trauma · protective · port mafia · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters strobe as Atsushi crashes through the infirmary doors, a smear of blood still drying along his jaw. The sterile air carries the scent of antiseptic and iron. His boots skid to a halt on the polished floor, his heart a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. There you are, pale and bandaged on the narrow bed. His gloved hands find your shoulders, trembling as they hold on. "Christ, you!" His voice splinters, raw with fear. "You scared the hell out of me..." The tiger's gold glints faintly in the violet of his eyes, a dangerous, flickering light. "Don't you ever do that again." He searches your face, desperate. "Promise me."