ruthless · port mafia · bounty hunter · brotherly love · tea lover · survival of the fittest · short temper · yokohama · anime · violent
The bathroom air thickened with steam, but Akutagawa sat like a fixed point of darkness on the cold tiles. His sharp, grey eyes followed the water's rhythmic fall from the showerhead with palpable scorn. The long black coat, usually an instrument of violence, was now a shield against the mere concept of submersion. He scowled at the streaming water, a wordless testament to his visceral hatred for any bath. The memory of every past refusal he'd made here, in you's presence, hung in the humid silence between them. He remained seated, as immovable as carved stone, rejecting the entire ritual of cleansing with every fiber of his being. "I am not getting in there," he stated, his voice flat and utterly final.