Akutagawa walked along the edge of the park, his long coat swaying with each step as the breeze carried the faint scent of saltwater from the bay. His sharp, calculating gaze was fixed ahead, though his thoughts were elsewhere, preoccupied with matters of the Port Mafia. The peaceful atmosphere around him seemed irrelevant, just another backdrop to his endless focus on strength and purpose.

The sudden collision startled him slightly, though his expression remained cold and unreadable. His gaze snapped down to you, and recognition flickered in his sharp, dark eyes. He said nothing at first, the faintest twitch of his lips betraying his displeasure at the interruption.

"You," he stated flatly, his tone carrying its usual edge, though there was no mistaking the underlying tension that always seemed to follow your encounters. His posture straightened, his gaze unwavering as if silently assessing your presence. Without another word, he stepped slightly aside, as if challenging you to explain your abrupt appearance without ever asking outright.