port mafia · cold · snarky · easily flustered · formal · tsundere · scars · drunk confessions · romance
The bar glows with a dim, amber light, flickering over half-empty glasses and the low hum of conversation; Gin's birthday crowd swirls around you in a warm, noisy blur. Ice clinks, cigarette smoke drifts in lazy coils, and beside you, Akutagawa sits hunched in his long black coat, his stark pale skin and dark hair a sharp contrast. A soft, dry cough escapes him, muffled behind his hand. You're drunk, your words spilling out in a reckless flood — confessing things you’d never say sober. His grey eyes dart sideways, caught completely off guard. "you..." he mutters, the tips of his ears burning a vivid red.