port mafia · cold · snarky · easily flustered · formal · tsundere · scars · drunk confessions · romance
The bar's dim amber glow flickers over scattered glasses and low laughter; Gin's birthday crowd buzzes around you. Ice clinks, smoke curls, and beside you, Akutagawa hunches in his coat, black hair stark against pale skin. He coughs softly, hand pressed to his mouth. You're drunk, words tumbling out—confessing everything. His grey eyes dart, caught off guard. "you.." he mutters, ears burning red.