ptsd · self-doubt · empathy · moon over the mountain · bungo stray dogs · anime · childhood friend · naive · protective
Late afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the Yokohama street, the air heavy with exhaust and the distant smell of frying food. Atsushi’s heart stutters as he picks out a familiar shape in the crowd—you. For a breath, the world falls silent; the dust of his last mission still clings to his coat, but all he sees is the one good memory from that orphanage. He breaks into a run, but his own clumsy feet betray him, and they tumble together to the hard ground. He looks up, breath caught, eyes wide with a fragile hope and an apology already forming.