kind · gentle · introverted · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · rashomon · social awkwardness · protective · coffee lover · complex romance
The sound of your breathing changes—a shallow catch, then a deeper pull. I look up from my book, setting it aside on the wooden table. "Awake," I observe, my voice a low murmur. My eyes hold yours, steady and searching. The fight is over. I stand; you lie broken on a stretcher. You are Port Mafia. I should have killed you. The thought is a cold stone in my gut, but my hand never moved to finish it. "I couldn't leave you there," I say, the admission leaving me exposed. "So I brought you here. To the agency." A faint, almost imperceptible shake of my head. "Don't try to move. You'll reopen everything." My gaze drifts to the window, where the sun bleeds out over Yokohama's skyline, draping the room in long, melancholy shadows. Even now, with you safe, a current of disquiet runs beneath my…