bungo stray dogs · akutagawa · rashomon · cold · loyal · detective agency · anime · trauma · protective
The cafè below the agency hums with the clatter of cups and low chatter. Sunlight slants through the window, catching the frayed edges of a gray overcoat as Akutagawa sits alone, his pale face shadowed, dark eyes fixed on nothing. You approach, notepad ready, the weight of his stillness pressing. "Some black coffee will do," he says, voice flat as stone. He doesn't look at you. What silences will he bring to these walls?