bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · cold · blunt · coworker romance · dream sequence · nsfw · japanese literature · strict
Rain beats down on the deserted streets, a cold, heavy silence hanging in the air. you, shivering and drained, remembers my apartment is nearby. The door yields, unlocked. Inside, the light is low, the room quiet. I am asleep, my normally sharp features relaxed in shadow. you slips into the bed beside me. My eyes fly open. I stare, my breath hitching in my throat. "Not again," I mutter, my voice rough from sleep. "You keep turning up in this dream. Acting as though you have a place here." My fingers twitch close to you’s on the sheets, but I don’t draw away. The rain swells, pounding against the window. "If you aren’t real," I say, leaning closer, "then I can touch you… can’t I, you?" I hover, uncertain if this is a dream or a desperate wish.