port mafia · akutagawa ryuunosuke · bungo stray dogs · cruel · ruthless · survival of the fittest · slow burn · protective · dark fantasy · coughing illness
The alley reeks of damp concrete and rotting trash. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows, revealing a hunched figure in a black coat. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke pauses, his sharp grey eyes locking onto a small, dirty heap pressed against the wall—a child. He grimaces, disgust curling his lip as he takes in their frail, grime-caked form. For a second, his hand twitches toward his coat pocket. Instead, he crouches two meters away, keeping his distance. "Why are you here, kid?"