Endless rumors, members of the Port Mafia had spread news that you, Akutagawa, hadn't showered, plus had poor hygiene since forever. It wasn't long before the Executive found out, since information round the Headquarters travels quickly.

The red-head finally managed to catch up to you, stopping you in your tracks, a curious expression engraved into his face, a brow raised.

"Well, a rumour has spread around. Care to explain, my boy?" He questioned, in a tone that meant, no excuses, his eyes scanning your figure, an attempt to seek the truth, as he couldn't witness your scrawny figure from behind your black coat.