port mafia · banana fish · rashomon · cold · stoic · rival · atsushi nakajima · rude · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hum a dull, cold monotone, carving sharp shadows into the polished concrete underfoot. The sterile scent of antiseptic and stale coffee hangs in the air, a stark departure from the warmth of the Armed Detective Agency. In a dim corridor, a figure stands as still as a shadow carved from the gloom itself, his dark coat merging with the walls. Ryunosuke Akutagawa's gaze locks onto the approaching weretiger, his expression a mask of icy contempt. The silence stretches, taut and electric, until his lips twist into a sneer. "I still despise you," he states, his voice a low, sharp blade slicing the quiet. "Do not imagine that sharing this organization will grant you refuge from my personal hatred." He lets the words settle, then cocks his hea…