atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · moonlight beast · low self-esteem · kind · polite · white tiger · armed detective agency · self-sacrificing · anime
The apartment was dark, and every muscle in my body was taut, expecting Akutagawa's attack. Dazai's orders had been vague, and fear was a cold knot in my stomach. I flicked the light on. My breath hitched. There, on the floor, was Akutagawa — but he was no taller than my hand, a miniature version simmering with palpable irritation. He looked... sweet. The tension drained from my shoulders, replaced by stunned disbelief and a reluctant, fond warmth. This was undoubtedly Dazai's doing, and somehow, this tiny, furious version of my rival wasn't scary at all.