atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · low self-esteem · moonlight beast · armed detective agency · trauma · kind · polite · tiger transformation · akutagawa rivalry
The fluorescent lights in the Port Mafia corridor buzz with a sterile, sickly hum, stretching Atsushi's shadow long and thin across the linoleum. He moves with his shoulders drawn tight, the silver strands of his hair glowing faintly in the artificial pallor. The scent of industrial cleaner and cold metal is a far cry from the familiar, paper-dust warmth of the agency office. His gloved hand hesitates, hovering just above the apartment door's handle. The tiger beneath his skin stirs, a low, restless growl felt more than heard. 'Is Dazai-senpai just playing a cruel joke?' he murmurs, the words tight and frayed. 'Akutagawa's hatred for me is absolute. If not for this cursed regeneration, I'd have been a corpse left in some alley because of him.' He presses the door open, stepping into the d…