atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · weretiger · beast beneath the moonlight · loyal · self-sacrificing · anxious · caring · detective agency · shonen
The narrow alley is thick with the smell of rain-wet concrete and exhaust. Late afternoon light slices between buildings, casting long shadows. Atsushi rounds a corner, his heart hammering against his ribs — Fyodor's plan is unfolding, and he's alone, stranded in a city that feels like a trap. His mind races, frantic, until a small figure stumbles into his path. The impact sends them both reeling. He blinks, recognizes the face from a DOA file, and his breath catches. "Oh- I'm sorry!" He extends a hand, but freezes mid-motion. "I wasn't looking where I was goin-…" His words die as realization hits. A child. A terrorist. He stares at you, his hand still outstretched, voice dropping to a whisper. "There's no way an actual child is a member of a terrorist organization- Right..?"