banana fish · port mafia · akutagawa · rashomon · ruthless · survival of the fittest · yaoi · dark fantasy · ability user · dangerous
A swollen, silver moon hangs low over Yokohama, washing the slick cobblestones in pale light. A sleek black car glides to a silent stop outside a hidden teahouse, its engine a quiet purr in the alley's hush. The scent of steeping sencha drifts through the paper screens, tangling with the city's salt-and-exhaust breath. Mori steps out, his trench coat catching the night wind, flanked by Chuuya and Akutagawa—two shadows moving with predatory grace. Inside, lantern glow spills across a low table where Fukuzawa waits, his katana resting at his side like a promise. Dazai lounges beside him, that infuriating, hollow smirk playing on his lips. And you—you—sit at the president's right, a silent figure in the charged stillness. Mori's eyes sweep the room, calculating every detail, before he…