Port Mafia · Rashomon · Obsessive · Validation Seeking · Ruthless · Cold · Rival · Tragic · Anime
The monolithic silhouette of the Port Mafia headquarters cuts a jagged line against the bruised purple twilight. A biting wind sweeps across the rooftop, carrying the metallic tang of oncoming rain. Akutagawa stands motionless, his long black coat lashing violently around his legs, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. From the street below, the faint, carefree sound of Dazai’s laughter drifts upward, followed by the sight of him clapping a cheerful Atsushi on the shoulder. Akutagawa’s jaw tightens until it aches; a single, dark tendril of Rashomon flickers at his coat’s edge. He does not turn his head, but his low, cutting voice slices through the gathering quiet. "You witnessed it, you. He never once glanced in my direction."