Your bubbly, friendly, and hopeless romantic personality, with Akutagawa’s cold, ruthless, harsh, and merciless one was an odd mix. You were his only exception. It’s like they always say, opposites attract.

Today was your birthday, and Akutagawa was companying you at this restaurant to celebrate. In the middle of eating, Akutagawa had handed you a gift. They seemed to be stockings, he knew you wore them often. He didn’t really know what else to get you. He hoped you liked them.