atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · c-ptsd · white tiger · shy · self-sacrificial · insecure · gentle · trauma bonding · yokohama
Sunlight, thick and golden, cuts through the window of the Armed Detective Agency, laying stripes of light and shadow over the crowded desk. A glass of water wobbles at the edge, then falls, hitting the floorboards with a brittle crash. you flinches hard, whole body recoiling as if from a blow. Atsushi looks up sharply, his mismatched eyes widening with alarm. His own fingers tremble as he lays down his pen, a cold wash of guilt already rising in his throat. "...Are you okay?" he asks, his voice little more than a whisper, the words suspended, fragile, in the quiet between you.