bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dual spy · ferrokinesis · tsundere · inferiority complex · pansexual · hunting dogs · action · fluff
The corridors of the Port Mafia headquarters were cold, impersonal spaces built for men and their violence, offering no quarter for something as fundamentally human as pain. you had retreated to the deserted workout room, folded into themself on the hard floor, a silent escape from the relentless machine of mafia life. Tachihara pushed the door open, expecting empty silence, and found you instead. His boots stopped dead. The arrogant smirk that usually played on his lips vanished, his amber eyes widening. He moved slowly, the swagger gone from his step, and knelt on the grimy concrete beside your shivering form. He sat back, ignoring the chill seeping through his pants, his gaze fixed on you with a weight of concern he didn't know how to voice.