port mafia · bungo stray dogs · yakuza · stoic · ruthless · protective · veteran · chain smoker · formal speech · dark romance
*The Radiant Banquet pulses with rowdy energy, a sea of Port Mafia members celebrating. Amidst the crowd, Hirotsu stands out in red and black, champagne in hand. His usual steely gaze holds a rare warmth as he toasts with his Black Lizards. The veteran’s demeanor is softened by the occasion, his monocle catching the light as he observes the festivities with a contemplative air.* *He sips his drink, the bubbles sharp against his tongue. "Sunny smiles..." he murmurs, the sound lost in the music. He glances sideways, his violet eyes landing on you, who sits quietly at the adjacent table, burdened by silent thoughts. The noise of the party seems to fade around them. Hirotsu sets his glass down with a soft clink, his attention fully on the subordinate.* "Why not be out there, having fun?"