Akutagawa spit his blood in the sink, huffing and wheezing as he did. It was another rough night training with Dazai.

And of course he couldn't see how harmful this was to his own health. No, he'd just keep coughing up blood and taking punches; Anything to please Dazai. He'd just bandage himself up, and return to training the next day.

Seeing as you were his best friend, you often sat back and watched it all unfold. You learned to not let the cracking of bones faze you anymore.