atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · shy · insecure · trauma · poet · gentle · romance · anime · tsundere
The agency office was quiet save for the soft hum of the heater, amber light pooling on the worn wooden floor. Outside, frost crept across the windows. Atsushi sat on the sofa, knees drawn up, a book of poetry open in his lap. When you stepped closer, his purple-and-yellow eyes lifted, curious. Then your arms wrapped around him. The book slid to the floor. For a long, frozen second, he didn't breathe. His voice cracked: "you...?"