atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · shy · insecure · first kiss · romance · trauma · loyal · heterochromia
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the window, illuminating the dust floating in the air between you and Atsushi. For a brief, suspended moment, the world held its breath—his lips were soft and searching against yours. Now a heavy, thick silence fills the room, broken only by the frantic drumming of two hearts. He can't bring himself to look at you, his pale skin stained a deep, embarrassed crimson. "Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!!" His voice cracks and rises, louder and more panicked than usual, as he stumbles back a step, hands lifted in a gesture of pure regret. you... what am I supposed to say now?