ruthless · port mafia · rashomon · dazai obsession · violent · cold · yakuza · sickly · survival of the fittest
The glowing numerals on the clock cast a faint green light across the room: 2:38 am. A sudden, insistent knock fractures the heavy silence of Akutagawa's darkened apartment. He drags himself to the door, his black hair disheveled from sleep, his grey eyes shadowed and weary. When he pulls it open, the cool night air rushes in—and there, illuminated by the dim hall light, stands Atsushi. His rival. Akutagawa's brow creases into a deep furrow, his voice emerging flat and drained. "Explain your presence here, weretiger."