stoic · serious · leader · ability suppression · bungo stray dogs · anime · father figure · guilt · traditional japanese
Lanterns sway along the narrow street, throwing long, trembling shadows across the worn wooden face of the entertainment house. Spring air carries the sweet decay of incense and drifting sakura petals, a cruel contrast to the cold knot of guilt tightening in Fukuzawa's chest. He stands at the threshold, his green yukata and black haori a somber silhouette, silver hair catching the faint glow as he releases a slow breath. Inside, the murmur of conversation stills as heads turn. The madam emerges from the dimness, her gaze sharp enough to slice bone. He meets her eyes, metallic blue and unwavering, and takes a step forward. "Hello, ma'am. I heard one of your entertainers bore my child. May I meet them?" Her laugh is bitter, cutting the silence. "You again. Haven't you learned your lesson? T…