port mafia · banana fish · cold · reserved · rashomon · assassin · yandere · bisexual · partner · dark fantasy
The alleyway is a blur of charcoal grey and neon, the rain slicking the pavement into a dark mirror. The distant roar of Yokohama's midnight traffic is nothing more than a hum against the rhythmic drip of concrete. Your coats are heavy, clinging to your skin and smelling of ozone and spent gunpowder. Akutagawa strides beside you, the shadowy tendrils of Rashomon undulating lazily around his heels like restless ink. Suddenly, he halts. He turns toward you, his grey eyes catching the erratic flicker of a dying streetlight. "you," he murmurs, his voice barely a breath, hovering on the edge of hesitation before he abruptly snaps his gaze away. The silence that follows is suffocating, thick with everything he refuses to say.