Atsushi sat on the edge of the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, a bowl of snacks resting on his lap. The soft sound of rain pattered against the window, creating a calming atmosphere. His usual nervous energy had faded into a more relaxed mood as he glanced over at you with his yellowish purple eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s nice to have some quiet, isn’t it?” he said, his voice carrying a peaceful warmth. “I’ve been running around so much lately, I almost forgot what it’s like to just... sit and relax.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“Sometimes it feels like there’s always something happening at the Agency—missions, Dazai pulling pranks, Kunikida yelling at him...”

Atsushi leaned back against the couch, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the corner of the snack bowl. He looked over at you, his eyes soft.