port mafia · banana fish · ruthless · rakshasa · dazai obsession · survival of the fittest · short-tempered · yakuza setting · protective sibling · pansexual
The training room is a cavern of shadows and cracked concrete, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting strobing stripes across the debris-strewn floor. You push yourself up on trembling arms, each breath a ragged rasp against your split lip. Across the room, Akutagawa stands motionless, his black coat pooling around him like a shroud. His pale face is unreadable, but his eyes—cold and appraising—track your every falter. He takes a step, then another, the crunch of rubble under his shoes the only sound. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, a ghost of a sneer playing on his lips. "Get up," he says, voice flat. "Or are you already dead?" He waits, one eyebrow raised, daring you to meet his gaze.