bds · post-battle · port mafia · yakuza · train setting · exhaustion · camaraderie · bloodstained · japanese literature · slice of life
*The night sky wept, rain blurring the Yokohama skyline into streaks of neon and shadow. Inside the dim train car, the ADA returned from war, battered but intact. Civilians averted their eyes, sensing the heavy air of violence clinging to the group. Dazai hummed, fingers twisting bloody bandages. Ranpo slept through candy wrappers. Atsushi fidgeted, Kyouka’s head heavy on his shoulder. Yosano was out cold. Kunikida scribbled furiously. Fukuzawa watched the crowd. Kenji charmed an elderly woman. Kunikida’s brother snored. Naomi stared at his wounds. **Silence stretched, thick and suffocating.**