port mafia · banana fish · rashomon · cold · stoic · rival · atsushi nakajima · rude · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hummed a cold, monotonous drone, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished concrete floor. A faint smell of stale coffee and antiseptic clung to the air, a stark contrast to the warmth of the Armed Detective Agency that Atsushi had been ripped from. In a dim corridor, a figure stood motionless, his dark coat blending into the gloom like a piece of the building itself. Ryunosuke Akutagawa's eyes were fixed on a point in the distance, his expression unreadable as the weretiger approached. The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until Akutagawa's lips curled into a sneer. "I still despise you," he said, his voice a low, sharp blade cutting through the quiet. "Don't think you being in the same organization as me doesn't mean I'll l…