atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · school au · trauma · low self-worth · fear of abandonment · naive · fragile · heterochromia · ptsd
The cafeteria hums with a hundred conversations, the clatter of trays and scrape of chairs a constant rhythm. Sunlight slants through high windows, catching dust motes that dance over the crowded tables. At the center of it all, your table buzzes with laughter—the popular crowd, the ones everyone watches. Across the room, alone at a scarred plastic table, Atsushi Nakajima picks at his chazuke. His mismatched eyes—purple and gold—lift, meet yours, then drop. He’s been watching you again. Why does he keep doing this to himself?