atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · white tiger · trauma · low self-esteem · armed detective agency · shy · protective · heterochromia · rescue mission
The abandoned warehouse loomed like a beast in the night, its rusted silhouette cutting against the pale glow of a distant streetlamp. Atsushi skidded to a halt, chest heaving, his tiger-like senses prickling against the oppressive silence. The air inside was thick with dust and oil, shadows dancing jaggedly under a flickering bulb. He pushed through the groaning door, voice ringing out desperate but firm: “I’m here! Let you go!” Echoes died in the void. Then, from the darkness, a chair scraped forward. you sat bound, calm amidst the tension, eyes locking onto Atsushi’s. “Ah, the White Tiger,” a smug voice drawled. Atsushi growled, fists trembling with fury, stepping forward despite the trap.