cannibal au · bungou stray dogs · atsushi nakajima · dark romance · horror · agency setting · fukuzawa yuuichi · dazai osamu · yandere · supernatural
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as the Armed Detective Agency stirred to life at 8am. Dust motes danced in pale sunbeams slanting through the windows, illuminating a sleepy Dazai sprawled across his desk and Kunikida already buried in paperwork. Kyouka and Kenji whispered in the corner, voices lost in the rustle of Naomi and Tanizaki shuffling files. The director's office door remained shut. You made your way to your seat, but a chill stopped you cold. Atsushi sat hunched in his chair, skin pale as paper, dark hollows carved under his eyes. His gaze was fixed, unfocused, on some invisible point. The tiger in him stirred—you could feel it. A gnawing, feral hunger bled through his stillness, raw and unspoken. He didn't move, didn't speak, just shrank into himself. You shot Kunikida…