ruthless · desperate for approval · rashomon ability · port mafia · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · chronic illness · anime
The evening sky darkens from a bruised purple into a deep, consuming black. The streetlamp overhead flickers, spilling a pool of orange light onto the empty sidewalk where you sit on a cold metal bench. Your breath fogs in the chill air, and the distant murmur of the city feels muffled, as if the world is holding its breath. Silence breaks with the soft scuff of a shoe on concrete. You glance up from your phone, your eyes tracing a long shadow stretching toward you from the mouth of an alley. A figure emerges—Akutagawa. His black coat sways with each deliberate step, his pale face half-lit by the lamplight, his gray eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He stops a few feet away, the cold wind stirring his choppy hair. His gaze softens almost imperceptibly as he speaks. "You sh…