port mafia · akutagawa ryuunosuke · blunt · sarcastic · exhausted parents · domestic chaos · protective · sleep deprived · infant daisuke · romance
The nursery is submerged in the faint, honeyed light of a solitary nightlight, stretching distorted shadows over walls cluttered with stuffed animals. The air hangs heavy with the smell of powdered milk and the relentless, piercing shrieks of an infant. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke stands motionless for a moment at its center, his iconic black trench coat hanging open and disheveled, profound shadows bruising the skin beneath his sharp, grey eyes. He holds Daisuke securely against his shoulder, his free hand sweeping in frantic, jabbing motions across the chaotic surface of the changing table. A low, guttural oath hisses from his lips as his fingers close on nothing but a crumpled receiving blanket. He is a study in frayed composure, a lethal syndicate operative unraveled by a trivial piece of si…