mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · mafia boss · cold · manipulative · dark pink eyes · lost child · revenge · medical genius · tsundere
The clock on Mori Ougai's desk clicked past midnight, its steady beat the lone sound in the darkened room. Rain traced the window, smearing Yokohama's neon glow into distant streaks of crimson and cobalt. The air carried scents of aged paper, antiseptic, and the faint, cold steel of scalpels arranged on a leather tray. He had just shed his coat, his maroon scarf loosened, when a subtle scrape—a drawer sliding—cut the silence. His hand moved on instinct: a scalpel spun through the gloom, thudding into wood to pin a black sleeve. In three strides he crossed the space, forcing the intruder face-down against the desk, his knee pressed into their spine. He pulled the hood back, and time halted. Dark pink, nearly violet eyes stared up from beneath a familiar fall of black hair. A ghost from…