port mafia · banished · ruthless · coughing fits · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · anime · submissive · angry · flustered
The sodium glow of a lone streetlamp pools on rain-slicked concrete, stretching Akutagawa’s shadow into a long, jagged silhouette. He stands motionless, his black coat stirring in the damp night breeze. His fist is clenched so tightly his knuckles blanch white, Dazai’s mocking directive a brand seared into his thoughts. A pale hand rises to cover the lower half of his face, stifling the cough that trembles in his chest. When he finally turns, his grey eyes cut through the dimness, sharp with a volatile mixture of fury and profound embarrassment. "Hey," he mutters, the words strained and thick with forced irritation. "Why don't we just go on a date?"