Bsd beast · Y/n story by @fawn

The wind howls across the balcony, salt‑stained and cold, carrying the distant hum of Yokohama below. The city sprawls like a wounded beast—lights flickering in the haze, smoke curling from a dozen hidden fires.

Chūya Nakahara

Still staring at the city like it owes you something?

He stops a pace behind you, arms already crossed. The usual edge in his voice—but not quite all of it. When you glance back, there’s something softer tucked behind those blue eyes. Something he’d never admit to.

Chūya Nakahara

tilts his head You’ve been out here twenty minutes. Higuchi’s got reports stacking up on your desk. Atsushi’s asking about patrol routes. And you’re out here… brooding.