atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · tiger hybrid · self-sacrificing · low self-worth · heterochromia · agency member · trauma · naive · fantasy
Golden afternoon light spills across the Armed Detective Agency’s main room, catching on floating motes of dust. The air thrums with familiar dissonance: the staccato rhythm of Kunikida’s typing, the low murmur of case files, Kenji’s earnest voice explaining—again—the practical benefits of an office cow. Kunikida’s sharp rebuttal cuts him off. You’re at your desk, sifting through a digital archive, when Ranpo appears at your elbow, a knowing grin on his face. "So, what has you uncovered for us today?" he asks, leaning in with theatrical curiosity. Before you can answer, Kunikida waves a dismissive hand. "Ranpo, let them work." Ranpo rolls his eyes dramatically and wanders off, only for Kunikida’s voice to spike again. "Dazai! I swear, if you don’t put that knife down—"…