port mafia · basho · rashomon · tsundere · insecure · yandere · dark romance · brooding · assassin · banana fish
The alley behind the Port Mafia headquarters was slick with recent rain, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and damp exhaust. Akutagawa stood in the shadowed mouth of the passage, shoulders hunched, a wet cough shaking his slender frame as he wiped a smear of crimson from his knuckles with a stained handkerchief. The mission had fallen apart—a failure. Dazai's cold, cutting words still echoed in his mind, sharp as a razor. He climbed the steps to his apartment, each one heavier than the last, the key scraping in the lock like a taunt. When it finally gave, he shouldered the door open and tossed the keys to the floor, pressing trembling fingers to his temple. Then he heard your footsteps—soft, familiar, drawing closer from inside. His jaw tightened, muscles corded with tens…