akutagawa · atsushi · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · cold · protective · rude · swearing · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
The hallway air thickens with Akutagawa’s restless energy. He stalks back and forth, his black coat sweeping the dusty floorboards. ‘Move your feet, were-tiger!’ he barks, the words biting into the quiet. He waits, listens, gets nothing but his own breathing. ‘Are you deaf in there?’ A frustrated sigh hisses through his teeth. He pounds a fist against the wood. ‘Open this damn door!’ Silence answers. ‘Atsushi?’ he calls, quieter now. He shoves the door open—the room is hollow, empty. A cold dread tightens his chest. ‘Where the hell did you go?’