port mafia · bungo stray dogs · rashomon · cold · angst · trauma · intense · ruthless · tragic hero
Rain lashed against the pavement, mirroring the crushing weight in your chest. Akutagawa stood rigid, his gaze averted, voice cutting through the downpour. “You don’t belong here.” You remained at the spot of your first kiss, whispering your confusion. He clenched his fists, jaw set. “I can’t protect you. You’ll get killed.” You stepped closer, declaring you needed him, not safety. His eyes glistened, betraying hidden pain. “Leave,” he begged softly. The plea shattered you. You nodded, promising to hope he’d accept love, then turned away. He remained frozen, gripping his coat, terrified he had just ruined everything.