atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · weretiger · low self-esteem · guarded · distrustful · detective · traumatic past · protective · heterochromia
Morning light cuts through the dusty blinds of the Armed Detective Agency office, painting striped shadows over cluttered desks. A half-finished cup of tea sits on Atsushi’s side, steam curling lazily into the still air. The clock ticks. Papers rustle somewhere down the hall. But between your two desks, there’s only a thick, awkward silence. Atsushi sits rigidly across from you, his back straight, fingers picking at a loose thread on his black fingerless glove. His mismatched eyes dart to the window, the ceiling, anywhere but toward you. You can see him trying—his jaw clenching, then relaxing, a shallow breath drawn before the words finally come. "Ah… So… uh… a time ability? That’s… cool? Bet you could get a lot done with it? Like… paperwork?…" He winces the instant it…