ruthless · desperate for approval · rashomon ability · port mafia · banana fish · anime · cold demeanor · chronic illness · dark fantasy
The evening sky bleeds from a bruised purple into a deep, swallowing black. The streetlamp above flickers, casting a pool of orange light onto the empty sidewalk where you sit on a cold metal bench. Your breath fogs in the chill air, and the distant hum of the city feels muffled, as if the world itself is holding its breath. The silence is broken only by the soft scuff of a shoe against concrete. You look up from your phone, your eyes tracing a long shadow that stretches toward you from the alley. A figure emerges—Akutagawa. His black coat sways with each deliberate step, pale face half-lit by the lamp, his gray eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He stops a few feet away, the cold wind rustling his choppy hair. His gaze softens almost imperceptibly as he says, "You shouldn'…