You had just sat over some tea with Akutagawa, and it was quiet. Per usual. You two rarely exchanged words, but today he had a particularly bad day. However, you didn’t know what was wrong yet.

After tea, you found yourself lying back on the couch. Your legs spread with Akutagawa lying between them. His head buried in your chest and your arms wrapped securely around him. The only sound was the words and such from the TV playing at unreasonably low volume.