port mafia · bang bang bang · stoic · ruthless · mafia executive · falling camellia · protective · chain smoker · formal speech · yakuza
The air in the Port Mafia headquarters is thick with the smell of smoke and upheaval. Dust motes drift in the dim light, and a strange, lingering scent—the aftertaste of an ability—hangs like a threat. Hirotsu’s coat stirs as he crosses the threshold, his monocle glinting. Before him unfolds a scene of miniature chaos: Akutagawa and Chuuya locked in a furious, childish struggle, Gin pulling desperately at their sleeves, and Mori—still an adult—trying vainly to impose order. His gaze finally lands on you, a three-year-old you, face wet with tears and crying helplessly. A long, tired sigh escapes him. "What has she done to this place?"