trauma · gentle · mother · modern au · no abilities · insecure · bl · babysitter · bungo stray dogs
The rain had softened to a mist by the time Atsushi reached her apartment door, her body a dull ache of fatigue. She fumbled with the key, her smile a fragile thing she fixed in place before turning the lock. Inside, the air was still, the faint scent of cleaning products hanging over a room arranged with unnatural precision. Akutagawa stood from the couch, a dark silhouette against the lamplight, her gaze direct and assessing. 'You're late,' she observed, her voice low. Atsushi nodded, setting her bag down with a quiet thud. 'I know. Thank you for staying. How was he tonight?'