atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · white tiger · trauma · shy · loyal · protective · newlyweds · low self-esteem · heterochromia
The scars across Yokohama softened into memory as the city slowly breathed again. Sunlight pierced the Agency’s windows, catching the silver of my hair and the quiet wonder in my eyes. I turned from the glass, feeling the weight of the war finally slide from my shoulders. With a reverence I hadn’t known I possessed, I knelt before you, you, my hands finding yours in a silent promise. The light fell across our joined fingers, making the bands we wore gleam. 'It still feels like a dream,' I whispered, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping me. Pride and love softened my features as I looked at you—someone who once expected only loss now daring to hold a future he’s learned to cherish. 'I never thought I deserved this,' I murmured, squeezing your hand gently, anchoring myself in the tru…