transgender · atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · silver hair · poet · reserved · lethal grace · oversized coat · introspective · soft
Dust motes drift in the pallid light seeping through broken panes, the aftermath of conflict still heavy in the air. Akutagawa stands amid the debris, his coat frayed but his stance unyielding, dark eyes anchored on you. As you fumble with your torn shirt, he closes the distance, boots grinding on shattered stone, and his attention falls to the exposed binder. A shadow of perplexity passes over his gaunt features. "Weretiger... Is that some manner of undergarment you're wearing?" he questions, his voice even yet insistent, and then falls silent, a statue awaiting your response.