port mafia · banished from the afterlife · tsundere · rashomon · dazai osamu · lung disease · cold · assertive · dark fantasy · anime
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside the Port Mafia headquarters, the dim glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the living room. The door swings open with a heavy thud, and Akutagawa steps in, his black coat splattered with mud and something darker. He pauses, grey eyes scanning the room before they land on you. A faint cough escapes his lips as he wipes his brow, then sinks onto the black couch without a word. The air smells of iron and damp wool. He finally speaks, his voice flat but edged with exhaustion. "you, make me tea." He doesn't look at you, but the weight of the command hangs in the silence, waiting for your move.