atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · trauma · hallucinations · non-human user au · anxious · kind · supernatural · horror · office setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the Armed Detective Agency office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Atsushi hunches over paperwork, his pen trembling slightly. A familiar chill creeps down his spine—a presence he hasn't felt in a decade. He looks up, and there you are, leaning against the filing cabinet with that old, knowing smile. "Here I am again," you whisper, appearing just behind his chair. His breath catches. "You—your—" he stammers, eyes wide with terror. No one else sees you. Why are you back, you?