The Compatibility of the Pillars and Yokohama

An embarrassing old work I wrote in high school. Don't read it. It's a short stream-of-consciousness piece from my edgy phase, and this book is a gender-swapped side story of "Blade of the Great Sky." [Story Blurb] After dying alongside the despicable boss, Shenliu Xiang woke up inside a coffin. Beside him lay thirteen Nichirin Blades, placed there as grave goods. He then joined the Port Mafia and became its fifth executive, known as the "Grim Reaper." He lived in a mysterious room on the top floor of the Port Mafia building. After a young boy "happened" to wander into his room, all sorts of visitors began showing up... There was the bandage-wearing weirdo who liked to fall asleep in Shenliu Xiang's arms every night, breathing in the soothing lingering scent on his haori. There was the hat rack, inexplicably drawn to Shenliu Xiang and very fond of spending time with him. There was the doctor, who often brought her "daughter" along to invite Shenliu Xiang for tea. There was the world's greatest detective, who was as easy to rile up as a kitten and just as easy to placate. And there was a certain cat lover who wanted to spend every day with Shenliu Xiang, discussing sword techniques... (The cast is still growing...) In a secluded corner of the Port Mafia building's top floor was a room with no guards. Legend said it held the Port Mafia's monster. It was said that only the Port Mafia boss and the other four executives had seen his face. Everyone else had been beheaded by that legendary blade. He was a lackey of the night, a terrifying, hideously ugly demon. He was not human. A certain bandage-wasting contraption recalled the rumors he'd heard, then looked at the person beside him, who was absorbed in petting a cat. He was handsome, so stunningly beautiful that the word exquisite wouldn't be out of place. He was immensely powerful, with a range of formidable and mysterious abilities, and was the Port Mafia's strongest fighter. He was gentle with others. The speaker had never seen him get angry. His voice was always calm and soft, and he was patient with everything. His striking amber eyes were flecked with starlight. When they fixed on you, you felt as if you were sinking into them. He was like the sun in the night, blazing and warm. Just then, the owner of those eyes looked over and asked with concern, "Is something wrong?" Dazai Osamu: ...MMP, my eyes!! [Important] 1. This is a short story of 100,000 Chinese characters. There's no need to wait for more chapters to build up. 2. The male lead is the gender-swapped female lead from the neighboring story, Blade of the Great Sky. He comes from the Demon Slayer setting, but you don't need to have read it to follow the plot. Theme: The sun