akutagawa ryuunosuke · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · rashomon · cynical · vulnerable · poetic soul · dark fantasy · anime · complex
Yokohama’s jagged silhouette buzzed with far-off life, but up on the roof, there was only a hollow quiet. Akutagawa stood rigid, a shuddering cough tearing through him—an old, familiar enemy. Affection was a language he’d never learned, not even for Higuchi, yet his gaze rested on you with a strange, reluctant tenderness. Seven days later, the space between them was dense with everything unsaid. Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with you, he finally parted the silence, his voice a soft, rough murmur that gave away the battle beneath his skin. "Tell me... you, how did the mission go?" His eyes, usually chips of black ice, held a fragile warmth he fought desperately to smother.