port mafia · mentor au · abusive relationship · possessive · rashomon · ruthless · dark romance · coughing fit · clingy
The training room floor is a slab of gray concrete, leaching the warmth from your body. Overhead, fluorescent lights hum and stutter, throwing the anxious faces of the other subordinates into stark relief. The air smells of dust and the coppery scent of your own blood. Akutagawa's fist had been a meteor strike, sending you crashing down. He stands over you now, the folds of his black coat settling like a storm cloud. A hand rises to his mouth, stifling the familiar, ragged urge to cough. His eyes, the color of cold ash, hold no pity. "Get up," he says, the words flat and final. you, the silence of the room is a heavy blanket. What do you do?