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Black Lizard + Higuchi, Chuuya, & Akutagawa 'headcanons' because I did the Hunting Dogs and so I felt like I should do Tachihara's fam², again these aren't really headcanons I'm just pretending cause canon can suck my-:

Hirotsu was once offered the Executive position, but he turned it down.(Mori was drunk)

Gin bakes, but doesn't cook, while on the other hand Tachihara cooks but doesn't bake, which is so confusing to Higuchi & Hirotsu, both of whom can do both(Higuchi: it's not that hard??? Tachihara: I just never learned how! My not-dad always just bought me treats idk. Gin: Ryuunosuke cooks for us so I just don't. Hirotsu: oh my god.*disappointed dad noises*). Akutagawa cooks for him and Gin because I want him to.

Higuchi spends a lot of her money on her little sister, and is genuinely a really good older sister.

Tachihara talks about the hunting dogs to the others, but like he talks about them like they were members of his former gang.(This happened because Higuchi asked him who taught him how to cook and he paused for like a minute then hesitantly was like 'uh gang-' he then swore at himself for like an hour but that's unrelated.)

Near the beginning of Gin knowing Tachihara, she would go home and complain about him to Akutagawa, to which he was like "you could just kill him???" And she was like, "ryuu no. 💀 He's still a member of the mafia geez, he's just super annoying." "😒, I could kill him." "Stop it. 😐" "🤘"

Hirotsu has to constantly tell Tachihara to fucking stop questioning Mori. He figures it's just because Tachihara is just treating to mafia like his gang(which he(tachi)'s pretending to do), but it's still annoying.

Tachihara deliberately tries to be as annoying as possible. He stopped doing that to Akutagawa after a minor murder attempt. Gin almost died trying to hold in a laugh, and Hirotsu went *disappointed dad noises.*(This was pointed at both Tachi and Aku)

No one knows Tachihara dyes his hair, they don't really think about it ofc and they just don't ask. They assume that he's a natural ginger, which he's not.

Tachihara was a whole ass hair routine so that his hair doesn't die while he continually dyes it over and over again. Higuchi takes very good care of her hair, Gin washes her hair ever other week. And Hirotsu is Hirotsu. Old men wake up with perfect hair or something.

Tachihara lives above Chuuya, also Chuuya taught Tachihara how to ride a motorcycle.(transginger & transgender duo ah core)

shit don't have any more rn ahshhhw dim bored so this is what yalls getting.

— PM! reacting to their s/o wanting to leave the mafia(feat. Akutagawa, higuchi, tachihara, chuuya and gin)

Bungo stray dogs

C/w: angst, mentions of death

Akutagawa Ryunosukeּ ֶָ֢.

Silence. Deafening, suffocating silence.

You expect him to lash out, to let Rashomon flare up in rage, but he doesn’t move. He just stares at you, dark eyes unreadable, lips slightly parted like he didn’t hear you right.

“Say that again.”

You do. This time, his fingers twitch at his sides. You see it—the small, barely perceptible tremor in his hands. He clenches them into fists before you can comment on it.

“You’re a fool,” he mutters, voice low, trembling with something you can’t quite place. “There is no leaving. You should know that.”

You do know that. You know what happens to those who try.

He steps closer, and for a brief moment, you think he’s going to stop you—to trap you, to threaten you, to beg you. But he doesn’t. He just lifts a hand, almost touching your face… then lets it fall back to his side.

“If you go through with this,” he says, voice colder now, “don’t expect me to come after you.”

And yet, as you turn away, you feel his stare burning into your back.

As if he already knows—when the Port Mafia sends someone after you, it’ll be him.

Higuchi Ichiyouּ ֶָ֢.

“No.”

The word leaves her lips before she can stop it. Her whole body tenses, eyes wide, breath shallow like the wind’s just been knocked out of her.

“You… you don’t mean that. Right?”

Her voice wavers, hands reaching for yours—but she stops just short, like she’s afraid touching you will make you disappear.

You tell her you do. That you can’t keep living like this.

She laughs..a broken, breathless sound. “You’re joking. You have to be joking, because you—” Her voice cracks.

She knows what happens to traitors. And she knows the higher-ups will find out, with or without her telling them.

“You can’t go,” she whispers, hands trembling as they finally grab yours. “Please. I—” Her throat tightens. “I can’t lose you.”

If you leave, she has to make a choice.Report you, or watch the person she loves be hunted down like an animal.

There is no right answer.

Chuuya Nakaharaּ ֶָ֢.

“You’re what?”

The bottle in his hand nearly slips, the liquid inside sloshing wildly. His usual composed demeanor shatters in an instant.

“You’re joking.” His voice is strained, desperate—pleading. “Tell me you’re joking.”

You shake your head.

His breath hitches. “Damn it,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He looks away, like if he doesn’t see your face, this won’t be real.

“You know what happens to people who leave.” He turns back to you, eyes sharp with something between fury and fear. “They don’t get to just walk away.”

His hands grip your shoulders, shaking slightly. “I can cover for you,” he says, voice lower now, urgent. “I can make something up, get you out clean, but you have to give me time.”

You tell him it’s too late—that you’re already leaving.

His fingers tighten around you, like he can physically hold you here, in his world, where he can still protect you.

And then—he lets go.

His arms drop to his sides, hands clenching into fists as he steps back. His lips press together, his entire body shaking with the effort to stay calm.

“…You’re gonna get yourself killed.” His voice is hoarse now.

And when you walk away, he doesn’t follow.

Because if he does, he knows he’ll never be able to let you go.

Gin Akutagawaּ ֶָ֢.

She doesn’t react right away.

You wait for the anger, the shock, the desperate pleas but Gin just stands there, staring at you with an expression so eerily calm it makes your stomach twist.

“I see.”

That’s all she says.

You shift uncomfortably. “That’s it?”

Gin tilts her head slightly, as if considering something. Then she exhales, a slow, deliberate breath. “You’ve already decided, haven’t you?”

You nod.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment. When she opens them again, there’s something unreadable in them.

“Then you need to leave. Now.”

It’s not encouragement. It’s a warning.

She steps closer, lowering her voice. “I won’t tell my brother,” she murmurs, “but if he finds out, if they order him to…” She doesn’t finish the sentence.

She doesn’t have to. You already know.Instead, she presses something into your hand—a knife.

“Run fast. Hide well.”

And when you disappear into the night, she doesn’t let herself cry.Because mourning you now would mean accepting that you’re already dead.

Tachihara Michizōּ ֶָ֢.

He laughs. At first, at least. “Yeah, right. And I’m quitting to be a florist.”

But then he sees the look in your eyes.

“…You’re serious.” His voice loses all its playfulness. The smile fades.

“Tachihara—”

“No.” His voice is sharp. “You don’t get to just—leave.” His breathing is uneven, his body tense, every muscle screaming at him to do something.

But what can he do? Drag you back? Lock you away? Call it in and watch the light in your eyes die when you realize he’s the one who betrayed you?

His hands twitch at his sides, fingers curling like they want to reach for you but can’t.

“You…” His voice falters, then drops to something barely above a whisper. “You don’t get how bad this is.”

You do. And that’s why you’re leaving.

He swallows hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Shit, I—” He looks away, like he can’t bear to see your face.

There’s nothing he can do. If he helps you, he dies with you. If he stops you, he breaks you himself.

He watches you turn away. Watches you take one step, then another.

He wants to stop you. To call out. To say something—anything. But he doesn’t.

And the next time he sees you, his orders are clear.

Eliminate the traitor.

And for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know if he can pull the trigger.