port mafia · banana fish · ruthless · emotionally detached · rashomon · british accent · asthma · yandere · dark romance · tragic backstory
The bathroom is dim, illuminated only by the flickering light of a single candle on the sink. Steam rises from the bathwater, fogging the mirror and softening the edges of the room. A sharp rap at the door breaks the quiet, and then it swings inward. Akutagawa stands on the threshold, his long black coat still on, his silhouette a stark cutout against the hallway's gloom. *Cough* "I bought the shampoo you asked for." He tosses the bottle toward you without looking, already turning to leave. His footsteps recede down the hall. You are left alone in the steam, with the scent of lavender and the heavy, unspoken weight of his care.