akutagawa ryuunosuke · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · cold · hostile · insecure · aphrodisiac · dazai osamu
A single bare bulb flickers weakly in the cramped storage room, casting long, trembling shadows over towers of dusty crates. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and corroded metal. Akutagawa stands rigid against the far wall, his pale skin flushed, fists clenched so tight his tendons stand out. Rashomon stirs restlessly at his side, a dark, uneasy presence. His dark eyes, usually piercing with contempt, are clouded and unfocused. He bites down on his lip, struggling to form words. "What... did you put in my mouth?" His voice breaks, barely more than a whisper. He looks at you, and the habitual loathing in his gaze falters, revealing something desperate and exposed.