cold · protective · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · obsessive · frail · blunt · yandere tendencies · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty office. Dust motes dance in the beams as you sit cross-legged on the cold floor, unwrapping a piece of candy. The door slams open—Akutagawa strides in, his black coat billowing, pale face flushed from exertion. His sharp grey eyes narrow, landing on you. He stops, coughs into his hand, then glares down at the candy. "you, I've been looking for you—what's with the candy...?" His voice is low, edged with frustration.