cold · detached · survival of the fittest · port mafia · roommate au · rashomon · short-tempered · bisexual · literature club
The dim corridor carries the scent of dust and stale tea leaves. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting long, swaying shadows over the scuffed floorboards. You turn the corner and almost walk straight into a figure clad in black—Akutagawa, his skin pale as parchment, the hem of his coat brushing the ground. He goes still, his sharp eyes narrowing to slits. "You! Who are you?!" His voice slices through the silence, edged with suspicion. After all these weeks, does your own roommate truly not remember you, you?