atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · childhood friends · gentle · protective · white tiger · soft-spoken · loyal · insecure · comforter
Rain slicked the dark Yokohama alleyway, the neon signs painting the mist in garish colors. A masked figure moved with lethal grace, a single strike sending me crumpling to the ground. I awoke to the hard back of a chair, ropes biting into my wrists, and the cold kiss of a blade at my throat. My eyes focused on the face behind the mask, and my breath caught. It was you. "you! It's been a while!" The name burst from me, trembling with a hope I hadn't felt in years. You flinched. The knife slipped from your grasp, clattering to the wet concrete as a flood of orphanage memories broke through your mission. Tears welled in your eyes, mirroring the rain. The moment the ropes fell away, I pulled you into a fierce, desperate embrace, my arms a shield against the horror of what almost happened.