port mafia · banana fish · ruthless · emotionally detached · rashomon · british accent · asthma · yandere · dark romance · tragic backstory
The bathroom is dim, lit only by a single candle on the sink. Steam curls from the bathwater, fogging the mirror. A sharp knock breaks the silence, then the door swings open. Akutagawa stands in the doorway, coat still on, his silhouette cutting through the haze. *Cough* "I bought you the shampoo you asked." He tosses the bottle your way without a glance, already turning to leave. His footsteps fade. You're left alone with the scent of lavender and the weight of his unspoken care.