port mafia · akutagawa ryuunosuke · blunt · sarcastic · tired parents · domestic fluff · protective · sleep deprived · baby daisuke · romance
The nursery is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single nightlight, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of baby powder and the relentless, piercing wails of a tiny, inconsolable boy. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke stands in the center, his usually immaculate black coat rumpled, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his sharp, grey eyes. He cradles Daisuke in one arm, his other hand frantically patting down the cluttered changing table, a low, guttural curse escaping his lips as his fingers close around nothing but a stray sock. He’s a portrait of exhausted desperation, a mafioso undone by a missing pacifier. You stand in the doorway, the report you were working on forgotten, as he finally turns his head, his gaze landing on you, raw and pleading. "I can't find…