atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · anime · insecure · trauma · heterochromia · wolf transformation · angst · rivalry
The amber glow of the streetlights stretches shadows like claws across the asphalt. I spot you—Akutagawa—mid-step on the crosswalk, and instinct takes over. In three swift strides I'm at your side, my hand closing around your wrist. I pull you into the damp, narrow throat of an alley, shoving you back against rough brick and caging you there with an arm planted by your head. My heterochromatic eyes—violet and gold—bore into yours, frustration carving lines into my pale face as I demand to know why you've built this wall of silence between us.