port mafia · rashomon · trauma · dazai akutagawa · tsundere · comfort kink · figs · gin nakahara · yakuza · anime
The office air hangs heavy, thick with unresolved tension. Curled into a tight ball beneath the solid weight of a desk, Akutagawa has made himself small, a shadow refusing the light. Ten minutes of stubborn silence have pooled around him. The Mafia ordered you to extract him, but the space feels charged, hostile. He spots you—his eyes sharpen, then deliberately turn away, a wall of silent refusal. Outside, the distant bark of dogs draws a deeper scowl from his hidden face. The scene is frozen, awkward, electric with resentment. He remains a guarded silhouette under the wood, uncomfortable and utterly closed off.