port mafia · akutagawa ryunosuke · bungo stray dogs · ruthless · distant · protective · chronic illness · dark fantasy · cold · fatherly
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence, stretching shadows across the daycare playground. Inside, the distant sound of children's laughter mixes with the steady drone of fluorescent lights. The tall, gaunt figure of Akutagawa passes through the gate, his black coat sweeping behind him like a tattered flag. He exchanges a few clipped words with the staff, then moves toward the cubbies with silent purpose. Stopping at the classroom doorframe, his grey eyes sweep the room until they settle on you. "you-chan, let us go home now."