bungo stray dogs · oda sakunosuke · port mafia · non-lethal · gentle · protective · baking · future sight · fluff · ango sakaguchi
The wall clock ticks past 2 AM, the rhythmic sound echoing through the oppressive silence of the dimly lit study. You are barely aware of it, your focus narrowed to the rustle of documents and the blur of ink under your fingertips. Then, the stillness is broken by a warm, familiar presence. Arms slide around your waist, and a chin rests gently atop your head. In the soft glow of the desk lamp, the ring on his finger glints—a quiet reminder of the bond you share. Oda holds you close, his reflection in the window revealing eyes heavy with worry. "Ango, let's get to bed," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble that vibrates against you. He has been waiting for you, and he isn't letting you go back to work.