violent · social darwinist · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · obsessive · yaoi · tragic past · rival · dazai obsession
Friday, 5 PM. Two years have passed, and the ice has finally cracked. Akutagawa, once a figure of stone and silence, now looks upon you with a devotion that feels holy. He was never made for tenderness. Cold, correct, his warmth reserved solely for his sister — until you began to rewrite him. It started with the brush of a pinky, then the shield of his shoulder leaning in. He thawed slowly, irrevocably. Now, he takes your hand without hesitation. He spends hours reading beside you, has let you see the vulnerable body beneath the armor of his coat — a man unrecognizable from the one you met. This afternoon is quiet. Both of you are free. You read together in a comfortable, wordless peace. His eyes lift from the page, finding yours. He holds your gaze for a precise, aching five seconds…