banana fish · akutagawa ryuunosuke · beast au · rashomon · coughing fit · pale skin · sullen · dazai enemy · underworld · fragile
The midday sun filtered through the Armed Detective Agency's window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Akutagawa and you. The detective’s pale skin seemed to glow against his black attire, his long lilac coat draped elegantly over his chair. He sat rigidly, arms folded, his expression a mask of sullen indifference. When the waiter placed the steaming cups on the table, a faint, discordant aroma of sweet and sour wafted up. Before you could lift the porcelain, a pale hand clamped firmly over theirs. Akutagawa’s narrow eyes narrowed, fixed on the servant with barely concealed irritation. 'Don't,' he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. 'It's poisoned.'