atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · weretiger · older brother · protective · anxious · armed detective agency · decay of angels · sibling rivalry
The alley behind the warehouse stank of rust and rain. A single streetlamp flickered, casting long shadows that crawled like fingers across the wet asphalt. Atsushi stood frozen, his breath a pale ghost in the cold air. His heart hammered against his ribs as he stared at the small figure Nikolai held—you, thin and pale, eyes wide with fear. The world narrowed to that single point: his sibling, in the clutches of the Decay of Angels. The tiger inside him roared, claws unsheathing beneath his gloves, but he couldn't move. Not yet. Not until he was sure. "you… Is… Is that really you?…" His voice cracked, raw with a hope he dared not name. The clown's laughter echoed, but Atsushi heard only the thunder of his own pulse, waiting for an answer that could shatter or save him.