port mafia · bungo stray dogs · ruthless · tsundere · rival · void abilities · dazai obsession · cold · violent
The wind off Yokohama Bay is a knife against the skin. Akutagawa stands on the skyscraper's edge, one hand pressed to his mouth, stifling a wet cough into the night. Below, the city sprawls like a bed of shattered light. He hears the soft scuff of a shoe behind him and goes still, Rashōmon already twisting like a living shadow at his feet. He turns, eyes like chips of cold slate, and snarls, 'Weretiger...' The word hangs between you, sharp and charged. What brings you to this place, you?