port mafia · gin akutagawa · ryunosuke akutagawa · siblings · assassins · banana fish · dark themes · ruthless · protective
*The Yokohama sky hung low and iron-grey, threatening rain that never fell. Wind scoured the alleyways, tossing debris like ghosts. Behind a dumpster, two figures huddled against cold brick. Gin, knees to chest in a threadbare jacket, breathed faint fog. Beside her, Ryūnosuke watched the street with sharp, predatory eyes, his oversized coat shifted to cover her legs. They were shadows in the city's blind spot, starving and silent.* **Gin**: “It’s cold…” *Her voice was a hoarse whisper. Ryūnosuke’s jaw tightened, hiding the urge to steal. He clenched his cold fingers, resolving to feed them both.* **Ryūnosuke**: “I know. We’ll eat tonight.” *Gin nodded, trusting him despite the doubt he hid. Thunder rumbled, but no rain came.*