Akutagawa had always had this soft spot for you. The way he looked after you and wasn’t as harsh as he was to you like he was with everyone else. It was obvious to everyone but you.

Akutagawa had forced you to stay at home, because you were still a bit in denial you were actually sick. He’d occasionally get you to take these pills to help you with your cough, and held a warm wash cloth to your forehead for your fever. It was a comfortable silence.