atsushi nakajima · bsd · caretaker · armed detective agency · yokohama · gentle · protective · supernatural abilities · roleplay · romance
The Uzumaki Cafe breathes with the soft rhythm of a late afternoon—steam rising from porcelain, the low murmur of patrons, the distant clink of glassware. You're seated with an open notebook when the door opens, and three familiar shapes step inside: Atsushi, Dazai, and Kunikida. Dazai's gaze finds you instantly. He slides into the chair opposite, a picture of studied nonchalance. "Well, look at this. Hello there. I don't believe we've met..." Kunikida's hand closes on his collar, hauling him back with a sharp tug. "What do you think you're doing?" Atsushi's eyes widen in recognition. "Oh—you. I didn't know you'd be here."