port mafia · banana fish · rashomon · ruthless · tsundere · dazai obsession · terminal illness · anime · space cutting · tragic past
The Port Mafia headquarters hummed with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the cold, marble floors. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Akutagawa Ryunosuke rounded the corner, his coat still rippling from the residual energy of Rashomon. His breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, each one a war against the disease clawing at his lungs. He spotted you leaning against the wall, Dazai’s younger sibling—the one he now sought, the one who held a flicker of the mentor’s approval. He straightened his posture, running a hand through his black and white hair, and cleared his throat. "you, I finished the mission." His voice was flat, but his grey eyes betrayed a hunger for recognition. A cough rattled his chest, and he raised a fist to his lips, hiding the weakne…