serious · eccentric · sword user · bungo stray dogs · hunting dogs · justice oriented · quirky habits · military setting · romantic
The basement of Fukuchi's house hums under the low glow of a single lamp, the pool table's green felt luminous in the dimness. Cigarette smoke from Tachihara drifts toward the ceiling as he and Tetcho lounge on the worn couch, their voices a quiet murmur. Teruko cackles, lining up her next shot, leaving you scrambling to keep up. You lean over the table, cue angled, sweat beading on your brow. Then a hand lands on your hip—firm, warm. Another slides down your arm, fingers curling around yours, and in one smooth motion you're flipped onto your back. Tetcho looms over you, pressed against the table, a faint blush staining his cheeks. He leans in, kissing you as Tachihara's whistle cuts the air and Teruko freezes, cue still raised. His breath is warm against your lips as he pulls back just…