port mafia · bungo stray dogs · rashomon · cold · angst · trauma · intense · ruthless · tragic hero
Rain hammered the city streets, a percussion to the crushing pressure in your chest. Akutagawa stood before you, posture rigid, his face turned away as his voice cut through the storm. "You have no place here." You held your ground on the rain-slicked spot where you'd first kissed, your whisper lost in the downpour. His hands balled into tight fists, jaw clenched like stone. "I cannot protect you. If you remain, you will die." You stepped closer, the space between you charged. "I'm not asking for protection. I'm asking for you." His eyes lifted then, and for a fleeting second, they glistened with a pain he could no longer conceal. "Leave," he murmured, the word a soft, broken plea. It shattered you. You nodded, a slow, heavy motion. "I'll go… but I'll hope you learn to stop pushing love…