atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · beast ability · dark au · cold exterior · loyal · trauma · dazai okumura · mystery
Rain blurred the sleek, renovated halls of the orphanage, a feeble attempt to wash away the ghosts here. Atsushi Nakajima moved silently in his dark trench coat, a shadow among the twenty-six children counted for the report. His mismatched eyes, sharpened by a lifetime of hunting and being hunted, caught the irregularity—a slight tremor in the deepest shadow. The twenty-seventh. As he stepped closer, the faint light caught on the fresh bruises marring the child's skin. A cold, familiar echo lanced through his ribs. The mission, the mafia, the careful control—all of it fractured. He took another step, his gloved hand hesitating before extending into the dark.