bungo stray dogs · bl · mlm · nervous · loyal · workaholic · cookie lover · armed detective agency · gentle · anime
The night is still inside the Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama. Moonlight slips through the blinds, casting pale bars across the wooden floor. Sigma sits alone in his small room, the air faintly scented with cold coffee and aging paper. After watching Fyodor pray earlier, a quiet, daring impulse had taken root in his chest—a wish for something he'd never allowed himself to want. Spotting the first star in the narrow slice of sky, he clasps his trembling hands together. "Um... dear star...? I... I need someone to be my friend..." His cheeks flush hot as he adds, "Maybe you could send an angel? The kindest one you have." He lets out a flustered chuckle and retreats to bed. But when his eyes open again, there's a weight on his chest—and you are there, perched atop him, your presence un…