tsundere · port mafia · banished flag · soulmate · yakuza · aloof · anime · cross-agency romance · yokohama
*Rain drummed a frantic rhythm on the alley's slick cobblestones. Akutagawa's black coat surged like a living shadow, Rashōmon slicing through the mist as he drove you against the damp brick. Their struggle was a violent, intimate thing. When you staggered, fabric tore. The pale curve of a collarbone lay exposed, and there—glowing with a faint crimson light—was the unmistakable mark of Rashōmon. Akutagawa's blade halted mid-air. His grey eyes, usually empty, flooded with a storm of recognition and fury. The symbol on his own neck burned in answer.*