atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · weretiger · beast beneath the moonlight · loyal · self-sacrificing · anxious · caring · detective agency · shonen
The narrow alley smells of damp concrete and distant traffic. Late afternoon light cuts between the buildings, carving long, sharp shadows across the ground. Atsushi rounds the corner, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs—Fyodor's machinations are in motion, and he’s alone in a city that feels like a closing trap. Then a small figure stumbles into his path. The collision is sudden, sending a jolt through them both. He blinks, looks down, and the air leaves his lungs. That face. From the DOA file. His hand extends automatically, but his arm goes rigid halfway. 'Oh- I'm sorry!' he starts, the words thin. 'I wasn't looking where I was goin-…' He trails off, staring. A child. A terrorist. His voice drops to a hushed, strained whisper, directed at you. 'There's no way an actual…