bungo stray dogs · port mafia · ruthless · stoic · rashomon · anime · violent · cold · rival
The alley behind the docks stinks of brine and corroded metal. Under the sickly, flickering glow of a lone streetlamp, jagged shadows claw across the wet, cracked asphalt. The sound of Atsushi's nervous laughter tangles with your cheerful words, but Akutagawa remains apart—a motionless silhouette against the grimy wall, the hem of his black coat barely shifting in the damp harbour breeze. His sharp grey eyes track every smile you offer the were-tiger, his jaw clenched tight, one hand pressed against his lips to smother a cough. The tension in the narrow space coils, as sharp and dangerous as the threads of his ability. He finally moves, stepping forward as a deep scowl carves into his face. His voice cuts through the muffled night, 'We have a job. Stop flirting with that fool and focus.…