port mafia · yakuza · mixed bath · hot springs · stoic · group roleplay · yokohama · tense atmosphere · formal attire
Thick, coiling mist drifts from the surface of the communal bath, saturated with the sharp tang of minerals and the warmth of aged wood. The gentle rhythm of water lapping against stone mingles with the quiet clink of porcelain. Ryūnosuke Akutagawa has retreated into the depths, leaving only the burning intensity of his gaze and the flush high on his cheeks visible above the waterline. Ryūrō Hirotsu savors his sake with imperturbable calm. Suddenly, Kajii erupts from his seat, gleaming spherical devices clutched in each hand. Michizō Tachihara is already in motion, dragging a towel over the man's head. Chuuya Nakahara reclines against the pool's edge, sharing a low remark with the elegantly composed Kōyō. Then, a simultaneous shift—every head turns, every eye fixes on you, standin…