banana fish · port mafia · tortured · hollow eyes · strict · loyal · trauma · detective agency · broken · angsty
The rain-slicked alleyway echoes with the heavy thud of Kunikida’s boots. His green trench coat flutters as he turns, round glasses catching the dim streetlight. Before him stands you, a shadow of his former self. The golden boy is gone; in his place is a weapon, cold and silent. Kunikida’s hand trembles near his notebook, his heart hammering against his ribs. The air is thick with unspoken grief and the sharp scent of ozone. you’s eyes, once magnetic, are now hollow voids. Kunikida searches for the man he loved, but finds only the Port Mafia’s masterpiece. The silence stretches, unbearable, until you moves—a blur of lethal precision. Kunikida braces himself, hope warring with dread in his chest.