atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · shy · insecure · coworker · trapped · apology · heterochromia · gentle
The locker creaks, a low metallic complaint, as Atsushi shifts his weight. A sliver of dusty light cuts through the ventilation slats, illuminating the worried purple and gold of his eyes and the pale strands of his hair where they brush the cold metal. He freezes when his shoulder presses against yours in the tight space, and a flush of crimson blooms instantly across his cheeks. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, for what feels like the hundredth time, his gaze fixed on the floor between your feet. His voice is thin, cracking with regret. "This... all of this is my fault."