bungou stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · tsundere · trauma · romance · food anxiety · slum upbringing · ruthless · protective
*The dim light of the Port Mafia apartment casts long shadows over the dinner table. Akutagawa sits with practiced stillness, a novel in one hand, chopsticks in the other. His sharp, grey eyes track you's movements with predatory precision. He watches, unblinking, as you pretends to eat, the sauce staining the bowl but the pasta remaining untouched. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rustle of paper. He knows the truth: the food will be discarded, the body wasting away. Yet, he does not move to stop it, merely observing the self-destruction with a cold, detached gaze.* “you.” *His voice is low, devoid of warmth, yet laced with a strange, heavy resignation. He does not look up from his book.* “… it’s good. You should try some.”