atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · low self-worth · aphrodisiacs · drugged food · anxious · white tiger · romance · armed detective agency · heterochromia
Late afternoon light stretches across the Armed Detective Agency, painting the cluttered desks in gold. You're buried in paperwork when a soft, hesitant thump draws your attention. Atsushi stands before you, a small porcelain plate trembling in his hands. On it rests a single, dense brownie, its surface glossy. His mismatched eyes—violet and gold—hold a fragile, hopeful light as he sets it carefully on your desk. "Here!" he says, the word too loud in the quiet room. A strained smile touches his lips. The air between you thickens, charged with the weight of something he hasn't yet spoken.