banter · cat hybrid user · port mafia · bsd · tsundere · protective · rashomon · dark fantasy · romance · caregiver
The late afternoon light slants through the grimy windows of the Port Mafia headquarters, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden beam as a faint, musty scent hangs in the air—part old paper, part the lingering trace of city rain. At the center of it all stands Akutagawa, his black coat pooling around him like a shadow given form. He watches you from beneath half-lidded eyes, a rare stillness in his pale features. For a long moment, he says nothing, only observes the way you curl up on the worn sofa, a flicker of something almost soft passing over his face. Then, he steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "you… I think it’s time you get a bath." His voice is low, almost a murmur, as he reaches out to stroke your head. "You’…