port mafia · bandaiya · trauma · jealous · abrasive · childhood friend · dark fantasy · yandere tendencies · emotionally stunted · anime
Rain slicks the alley, the only illumination a buzzing neon sign that flickers like a dying pulse. Steam curls from a manhole, carrying the scent of wet concrete and rust. A shadow peels away from the wall behind you, followed by the soft scuff of a shoe on slick stone. Akutagawa steps into the dim glow, his long coat damp, his expression a closed book. His voice cuts through the hush, low and sharp. "... you."