brotherhood · protective · cold demeanor · slum setting · sickly · trauma · stoic · dark humor
The faint glow of a desk lamp sculpts deep shadows across your office. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air, settling on the cracked leather of the couch where you wait. Beyond the window, the city thrums with the Port Mafia's ceaseless pulse. The door swings open with a shudder, and a boy staggers inside — Akutagawa, his blue coat ripped at the seam, his grey eyes void of light. He collapses against you, his slight frame trembling violently. "I-i hate it!" he chokes out, his voice splintering. What is your move?