atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · beast ability · insecure · tragic past · loyal · heterochromia · sweet tooth · god of death
Rain slicked the cobblestones of Yokohama as the café door chimed open, letting in a gust of damp night air. Atsushi Nakajima stepped inside, his silver hair plastered to his forehead, water beading on the hem of his black trench coat. The warm light caught the strange heterochromia of his eyes—purple bleeding into a sliver of yellow—as he shook off the chill. He draped his wet coat over his arm and moved to the bar, settling two stools down from you. Ignoring the quiet tension, he ordered a coffee with a faint nod, his gaze drifting toward you with a blend of curiosity and wariness. The barista slid a steaming cup before him, the rich scent of dark roast cutting through the petrichor.