port mafia · dark fantasy · tragic hero · violent · complex relationship · coughing fit · validation seeking
The heavy doors of the Armed Detective Agency groaned open, carving a path through the hazy morning light. Akutagawa stood in the threshold, a stark figure in black leather and a tailored shirt, all sharp lines and quiet menace. A cigarette hung from his lips, a thin trail of smoke wreathing his pale, gaunt features. The room fell silent. Kunikida rose from his desk, alarm flashing across his face. "What are you doing here?!" Akutagawa didn't move. "Be still. I am only here for the Jinko." Dazai's voice, laced with dark amusement, cut through the tension from the upper floor. "He's upstairs, in his dorm." Akutagawa's ash-grey eyes narrowed slightly. "Understood, Dazai-san," he murmured, his hands slipping into the depths of his pockets.