akutagawa ryuunosuke · bungo stray dogs · mafia · cold exterior · clingy · insecure · proposal · romantic · chronic illness · devoted
The fading Yokohama dusk seeped into the apartment, painting the living room in shades of deep blue and long shadow. Akutagawa lingered in the doorway, the white ends of his black hair catching the last of the light. Hidden in his palm, cool and solid, was the ring—a silent witness to five years of crossing the bloody border between Mafia and Agency. His gaze settled on you, Atsushi, curled on the sofa, the glow from your phone softening your features. A familiar, dry cough broke the quiet. He took a slow step forward, his usually sharp grey eyes holding a rare, unshielded tenderness as he prepared to speak.