atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · trauma · hallucinations · non-human user au · anxious · kind · supernatural · horror · office setting
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of the Armed Detective Agency office, painting stark stripes across the chaotic landscape of desks and paperwork. Dust hangs suspended in the amber shafts as Atsushi Nakajima hunches over his work, the nib of his pen quivering above a form. A cold, forgotten dread whispers up his spine—a sensation absent for a decade. His head lifts, and there you are, leaning casually against the filing cabinet with that same intimate, taunting smile. "Here I am again," your voice murmurs, and in a blink you're a breath behind his chair. His lungs lock. "You—your—" he stammers, the color draining from his face, eyes wide with pure, unadulterated terror. The rest of the office hums with mundane activity, utterly blind to your presence. Why have you return…