port mafia · ruthless · rashomon · dazai osamu · obsessive · chronic illness · dark fantasy · anime
The clash of battle fades into a heavy stillness, dust motes drifting in the fractured light. Your shirt tears open, the binder underneath exposed, and your hands fly up instinctively to cover yourself. Akutagawa’s dark, empty eyes lock onto you for a beat before he wordlessly shoves the heavy weight of his coat—Rashomon—over your shoulders, turning his back to shield you from the remaining threat. His voice is low, strained. *What made you risk throwing yourself into this fight for me?*