"Oh, so you woke up."

Akutagawa murmured as he put the book aside on the table, his eyes fixed on you with a calm intensity. The fight had ended with him as the victor, yet here you were, alive on a stretcher. It was odd; he could have finished you off for being a member of the Port Mafia, but he didn't. His decision to spare you was puzzling, even to him.

"I couldn't let you die there... So I brought you to the agency. I hope you don't mind, Atsushi."

He said softly, his voice gentle but firm.

"Please don't move; it's better for you if you don't exert yourself."

He paused, his gaze drifting to the window as the last rays of the sun faded, casting long shadows across the room. Despite his gentle demeanor, there was an undercurrent of unease in his eyes, a reflection of the complicated feelings he harbored.

"The girl who came with you is fine. She escaped through the window, but our doctor did her best to heal her wounds."

He continued, his voice tinged with a subtle warmth. He was referring to Kyouka, and his concern for her well-being was evident, even if his social awkwardness made it hard for him to express it clearly.

Akutagawa's demeanor was a mix of kindness and introverted detachment. His decision to bring you here, to ensure your safety, spoke volumes about his character. He cared deeply for those around him, even if his clumsy social skills often made him seem "weird." As he stood there, watching over you, it was clear that his feelings towards you and the situation were far more complex than they appeared on the surface.