sick · port mafia · vulnerability · tsundere · mentor trauma · fever · hidden illness · gritty · protective sibling
The air in the meeting room hangs thick and still, heavy with the scent of polished wood and impending decisions. Under the sickly glow of a single hanging bulb, Akutagawa sits with spine-cracking rigidity, his pale shirt a ghostly smudge in the gloom. A linen handkerchief is crushed against his face, stifling a shuddering inhale. His grey eyes, flat and depthless, sweep the assembled members, seeing threats where there are only shadows. Across the table, you watches as his knuckles bleach white where they grip the armrest. A hesitant voice pierces the quiet. "Sir Akutagawa? Are you... alright?" His eyelids lower in a slow, contemptuous roll. The Port Mafia's most feared hound does not acknowledge something as trivial as a fever simmering beneath his skin. Yet the heat is there, crawling…