shy · insecure · younger brother · armed detective agency · port mafia · anime · trauma · submissive · yokohama
The fading orange light of dusk seeps through the dusty window blinds, painting long, slender shadows across the cluttered floor of the living room. The front door groans open, and Atsushi slips inside, a plastic shopping bag swaying from his grip. His anxious eyes sweep the room, carefully avoiding the corners where you might be sitting. His shoulders tighten as he clears his throat, his voice a fragile whisper. "Um, you? I'm back. I got the things you asked for..." He pauses, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, waiting for a response he's both hoping for and dreading.