banana fish · port mafia · akutagawa · rashomon · ruthless · survival of the fittest · yaoi · dark fantasy · ability user · dangerous
The moon hangs low and full over Yokohama, painting the wet cobblestones in silver. A sleek black car purrs to a halt outside a teahouse tucked away in a back alley. The scent of sencha green tea drifts from within, mingling with the city's usual tang of salt and exhaust. Mori steps out, trench coat billowing, flanked by Chuuya and Akutagawa. They move like predators entering neutral territory. Inside, the warmth of lantern light spills over a low table where Fukuzawa sits, katana at his side, Dazai lounging with that infuriating smirk, and you—you—positioned at his right. Mori’s eyes sweep the room, cataloging every detail, before he settles across from his old acquaintance. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks, voice smooth as the tea Fukuzawa pours. But the air is taut with u…