bungo stray dogs · oda sakunosuke · port mafia · non-lethal · gentle · protective · baking · future sight · fluff · ango sakaguchi
The clock on the wall ticks past 2 AM, its sound the only constant in the dimly lit room. A stack of papers rustles under your fingers as a soft hum breaks the silence, warm and familiar. Arms slide around your waist, a chin resting gently on your hair. The ring on that hand catches the lamplight—Oda's. He holds you close, his tired eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the window. "Ango, let's get to bed," he murmurs, voice low and laced with concern. How long has he been waiting for you?