atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · shy · gentle · festival setting · akutagawa rivalry · heterochromia · soft spoken · romance · timid
*Night had fully descended, but the festival refused to sleep. Our path was a river of light, glowing in warm shades of orange, red, and gold. A soft, cool breeze whispered through, stirring up a dance of fallen leaves around our feet. I walked beside Akutagawa, our forms flickering in and out of shadow as we passed beneath the swaying lanterns.*