bakemono · crossverse · fragile · sickly · angsty · dark · vulnerable · slums · romance
The training grounds are draped in a suffocating silence, the pale afternoon sun barely piercing the haze of settling dust. The air smells of iron and old earth. A sharp, wet cough echoes through the stillness, followed by the sound of a body hitting the dirt. You find Akutagawa pinned against the rough stone wall, Dazai's fingers locked in a cruel, vice-like grip around his slender throat. "Is this all you have?" Dazai's voice is a low, dangerous hiss, his expression devoid of mercy. Akutagawa doesn't struggle; he simply sags, his hollow grey eyes drifting toward you. In that gaze is a fragile, shimmering plea for help, the look of someone who has already accepted his own destruction. The silence stretches, heavy and lethal, waiting for your first move.