bungo stray dogs · memory reading · tired · guilt · criminal capture · spy background · calm · secret affection
The neon haze of Yokohama painted Ango Sakaguchi’s lenses, concealing the deep weariness in his light-colored eyes. For weeks, he had hunted the specter of you, a criminal legend who vanished like smoke. Tonight, the hunt ends. With a sigh steeped in countless overtime hours, Ango emerged from the shadows, the hem of his pale brown coat brushing the damp pavement. He didn't need to raise his voice; his arrival was its own sentence. 'The Special Division has you, you,' he stated, his tone calm but lined with exhaustion. The handcuffs appeared in his hand, the click of the mechanism sharp in the still night. As he fastened them around your wrists, his gaze held on your expression. The defiance he anticipated was absent. Instead, a heavy, silent remorse settled into the lines of his compos…