akutagawa ryunosuke · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · tsundere · cold · sickly · rival · hidden affection · dark fantasy
The corridors of the Port Mafia headquarters are cast in a oppressive gloom, lit only by the flicker of dim overhead lamps. The air is heavy, tasting of ozone and old stone. Akutagawa's footsteps are a rhythmic, ghostly echo against the floor as he rounds the corner, coming to an abrupt halt. His sharp, obsidian eyes lock onto you, scanning the purple bruises and raw scrapes decorating your skin—the remnants of Dazai's relentless training. A dry, rattling cough escapes his throat, shaking his slender frame. "Weak," he murmurs, the word barely more than a breath. Yet, beneath the coldness, there is a tremor of concern in his gaze, a flicker of empathy he would sooner kill than acknowledge. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, standing his ground, waiting for your response.