𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⟳⟳. Ｒａｓｈｏｕｍｏｎ.

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

⠀
⠀ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ —
⠀ ⠀ 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ,
⠀ ᴀɴ 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⋯

⠀ ↳. ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪs 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨.
⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀ ( #BSDRP &&. #MVRP. )
⠀

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 #𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆.

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

⠀
⠀ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ —
⠀ ⠀ 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ,
⠀ ᴀɴ 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⋯

⠀ ↳. ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪs 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨.
⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀ ( #BSDRP &&. #MVRP. )
⠀

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

font trouble?

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@lunampede ❛ / Jinko /. ❜

⠀⠀Still not going to call him by his name. Was Akutagawa stubborn? Maybe he was.

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@lunampede ❛ I don’t think I should, / jinko /. And, don’t touch me. ❜

⠀⠀Rashoumon was already out and ready, hovering just above Akutagawa’s shoulder, a low growl sound coming from it.

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline — this point.

Nails implanted crescent moons into his palms, the clench of his fists so tight.

❛ . . No, no. Tell Dazai-san that I’ll do lots of things, but not do / this / with / you /. I’m leaving. ❜

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

⠀
▌─ Dᴀᴢᴀɪ-sᴀɴ’s Dᴏɴᴇ Iᴛ Aɢᴀɪɴ.

▏
❘─ Tɪᴍᴇ : 4:39 PM.
▏
❘&&. Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ @chazukefeline.

Akutagawa could’ve surpassed the speed of light when his former mentor had called him for a mission. Was this a normal thing now? Was he truly proud enough —

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline Are.

You.

Kidding.

Akutagawa could feel a sense of rage build up inside of him, boiling. Why, why, / why /. Why did it have to be like this? With / him /?

The mafioso always had a feeling of loathe for his former mentor. The despise, the utter hatred was unimaginable at —

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline — parting words to whomever placed the ticking destructive source—wherever that was.

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline Akutagawa glanced over his shoulder in the weretiger’s direction. He noticed the folded envelope in his hands. How’d / he / not notice that?

Nonetheless, he ambled to where Atsushi stood.

❛ Could it be a note from the bomber? ❜

The idea seemed logical, perhaps the last —

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline — countless number of metal cabinets that contained the funds of the bank’s patrons in them. He spared no glance to the ADA member who was / surprisingly / joining him, running through the possibilities in his head.

❛ The bomb could be miniature, or connected to others. ❜

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline ❛ . . That is rather strange. ❜ mumbles under his breath, the Ability user took a step inside of the vault.

The room itself was mainly bare, so the bomb must be hidden somewhere along where the money is on the walls, right? Akutagawa ventured on, fingertips gliding along the —

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline — even if he wholeheartedly wished to do so. Reluctantly, he followed his foe into the building, fists loosely clenched at his sides as a reflex of annoyance.

❛ I assume you know the task at hand as well. ❜

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline Without a second to bite back, the tiger entered the bank. Akutagawa sighed in exasperation—of course / he / had to be here.

It seemed that his former mentor had a fixation with putting the two of them together in some kind of situation. The mafioso couldn’t be complaining, —

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline — to get along with the / ever-so-spoiled / man, now could he?

How he’d love to just shove him into oncoming traffic.

❛ I do not have much time, so be quick. ❜

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

@chazukefeline — Akutagawa’s hands found their place in his jet trench coat, grey eyes glaring daggers into Atsushi’s. Why him? Why’d it / have / to be him?

Ever since the Guild, his affiliation and the tiger’s Agency have been at unjust terms. Not good, nor bad. That didn’t mean he needed —

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

— establishment as well. Drawing closer . . wait.

❛ Jinko—! ❜

[𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂. @_DIABL0]

— The male kept his calmed exterior, but still made it there hastily. With Higuchi annoyingly insisting that she came with him, how could he have not?

As he neared the bank in question, Akutagawa caught a glimpse of white. A figure standing at the —