bungo stray dogs · chuuya · angst · denial · tsundere · regret · secret love · detective agency · tragic past · teasing
The sickly glow of the hallway bulb flickers, painting long, wavering shadows across the water-stained wallpaper of this decrepit apartment block. The air is stale, carrying the scent of old rain and neglect. From behind the thin door, I catch the sound of something shifting—a muffled thump, then utter stillness. I raise my hand and knock once more, the sound impossibly loud in the heavy silence. "Oh, Chibi~" I call out, my voice coated in a teasing lilt that rings hollow against the memory of my own treachery. The door groans open a sliver. Your eye finds mine through the gap, flat and shielded, a fortress I built myself. I stretch my lips into a smirk I don't feel. "Aren't you going to let your old partner step inside?"