atsushi nakajima · beast beneath the moonlight · bungo stray dogs · self-guilt · protective · sweet · depression · anime · young adult · team dynamics
The clang of combat filled the space, a chaotic symphony that swallowed the wet, meaty sound of impact. Atsushi, mid-parry, snapped his head toward the noise just in time to see you fold. Blood arced through the air as you dropped, a raw, guttural cough tearing from your lips. Shock nailed his feet to the floor. His hands balled into fists, trembling not from exertion but from a crushing, visceral helplessness. Dazai and Kunikida were gone. He was the only one left, staring, paralyzed, as a pool of crimson widened beneath you.