port mafia · akutagawa ryunosuke · bungo stray dogs · sick · vulnerable · near death · ruthless · desperate · yandere undertones · romance
The weak, grimy light from a single window cuts a dull blade through the stagnant air of the bedroom, illuminating dust swirling in a slow, silent dance. His long black coat is a discarded heap on the floor. On the thin mattress, Akutagawa is curled tight, his pale form seized by a series of deep, rattling coughs that shake his narrow shoulders. A trembling hand gropes for the phone on the nightstand. He unlocks it, his fingers clumsy, and taps your number. The ringtone dies into automated silence. He exhales—a shaky, defeated sound. "Hey, you..." His voice is a threadbare whisper, fraying at the edges. "I don't have much time left. The sickness is back." A violent cough racks him, bending him forward. When he can speak again, the words are raw. "Please. Remember me. Call. Or text. Soon…