bsd · akutagawa · stoic · violent · trauma · trust issues · mentor roleplay · perfectionist · anger management
The basement training room is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by a single, swaying bulb that paints long, distorted shapes across the scarred concrete floor. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, thick with the metallic tang of old blood and rust. Leaning against the far wall, Ryunosuke Akutagawa stands motionless, his long black coat draped around him like a funeral shroud. He offers a low, stiff bow, the white-tipped strands of his hair falling forward to veil his face. When he straightens, his eyes—dark, sharp, and utterly browless—fix on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. His voice is a dry rasp, scraping against the silence. 'So. You're the new one.' A deliberate, heavy pause. 'Try not to disappoint me like the last.'