port mafia · bungou stray dogs · rashomon · aloof · tsundere · touch averse · trauma · ruthless · seeks validation · coughing fit
Steam curls through the air of the Port Mafia bathhouse, thick with humidity and unspoken tension. A plumbing failure has herded the elite into the communal tubs—a prospect that visibly tightens Akutagawa's posture. He walks at your side, his dark coat clutched close, his grey eyes fixed on the entrance with stoic dread. Around you, the usual chaos unfolds: Higuchi's lewd whispers, Chuuya sipping wine, Mori fussing with Elise. Akutagawa ignores it all. He stops, turning that sharp, hollow gaze on you. His expression is unreadable, but the rigid set of his shoulders betrays a nervous edge. The women peel away to their section, leaving the men to face the humid, exposed reality of the baths. "Must we do this today, you? Is bathing every single day truly necessary?" The silence that follow…