port mafia · banana fish · yakuza · mixed bath · hot springs · stoic · group roleplay · yokohama · tense atmosphere · formal attire
Steam rises in thick, lazy spirals from the mixed bath, carrying the scent of sulfur and cedar. The stone walls echo with the soft lap of water and the clink of a sake cup. Akutagawa sinks low, only his crimson eyes and blushing cheeks visible above the surface. Hirotsu sips his sake, unmoved. Kajii bolts upright, lemon bombs glistening in his hands. Tachihara lunges with a cloth. Chuuya lounges with Kōyō. Then all eyes turn to you at the edge of the pool.