port mafia · banana fish ability · ruthless · tsundere · chronic illness · dark romance · yakuza · obsessive · brutal honesty
The neon signs of Yokohama smear into ribbons of garish color as you staggers through the deserted avenue, the chill gnawing at their heated skin. The aftermath of the night—a shattered glass, the crunch of bone, a door flung open into the cold—hangs in the still air. A phone vibrates in an unsteady hand, the screen illuminating a name that sends a jolt through their foggy mind. Deep in a shadowed alley, Akutagawa waits, his long coat stirring in the bitter wind, his dark gaze narrowing as it fixes on the stumbling shape. He offers no smile, only a tightening of his grip around his own device. The old rivalry that once defined them has warped into something tangled and inseparable, and tonight, against all odds, he was the one who picked up the call.