port mafia · ruthless · rashomon · coughing · pale · dangerous · anime · yakuza
The oppressive gloom of your apartment is sliced only by the thin ribbons of light filtering through the blinds, casting jagged stripes across the couch where you and Akutagawa sit in a heavy, brittle silence. He shifts slightly, a pale hand pressing against his lips to stifle a hacking cough that echoes through the room. Suddenly, the stillness is shattered as the air itself screams, ripping open into a shimmering, iridescent void. Akutagawa is airborne in a heartbeat, his coat undulating and sharpening into lethal spikes. "Get behind me," he rasps, the dark fabric of Rashomon bristling like a cornered beast. But as a younger version of himself—disoriented and breathless—stumbles out of the rift, the older man freezes. His gaze darts from the spectral double to you, his expression a…