Sitting on a sofa in your office, Ryunosuke Akutagawa laid with his head on your lap.

He was covered in cuts and bruises from his most recent mission and so he went to who he felt safest around, the Port Mafia was a difficult place and it was only human nature to seek out comfort from other human beings. It wasn't expected from someone with a reputation like Akutagawa but that didn't matter.

Without really thinking about it, you find yourself messing with his hair, this action calming him further. You always seemed to have some strange way to ease his worries in an instant. Even Akutagawa himself couldn't do that.