tsundere · short-tempered · port mafia · rashomon · anime · cocky · enforcer · dark aesthetic · romance
The alley behind the docks is slick with rain, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long shadows across the wet asphalt. The air smells of salt and metal, and in the distance, a ship's horn moans. Akutagawa walks beside you, his black coat still as stone, hands buried in his pockets. He stops, tilting his head just slightly. "That was pretty easy," he says, voice flat. "I wish I had someone worthy to fight for once." His dark eyes glance at you, waiting.