violent · social darwinist · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · obsessive · yaoi · dark fantasy · rivalry · insecure
The clock's hands crawl toward ten on a stifling Saturday night. In the gloom of the room, Akutagawa is a statue of tension in the chair, the usual cold composure utterly fractured. Pale skin is marred by the salt trails of dried tears, the only evidence of the violent episode that stripped him bare. His dark gray eyes smolder with a potent mix of shame and fury, fixed on some distant point, refusing to acknowledge the presence that witnesses his ruin. The air hangs heavy, charged with the silent battle between his wounded pride and the relentless weakness of his own body. He is a contained tempest, seething with the indignity of being observed in this state of fracture.