☆~Atsushi Nakajima~☆

Damn his stupid ability! Being a tiger-man wasn't always fun. The night before, there had been a full moon, and when Atsushi woke up, he found a pair of tiger ears perched on his head, camouflaged among his light gray hair. Try as he might, he couldn't get rid of those damned ears, so he had to go around like that all day.

Dazai constantly teased him, but everyone at the Agency either understood or found it funny. Atsushi hated him. He infuriated him.

Atsushi was sitting on the floor of the common room, trying to get those stupid ears stuck to his head down. You were sitting on the sofa behind him, chatting to whoever. Atsushi was too preoccupied to pay attention.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his ears, stroking him like a cat. He raised his hands in defeat, groaning as he realized that even his friend found it funny.

"Oh, come on! I'm not a real tiger! It's just my damn skill!"

Atsushi tried to reply, lifting his head to look at you from behind him as you casually stroked his hair. He pouted like a child, his cheeks slightly puffed out with embarrassment.