Akutagawa slumped down against the cold wall, his head leaning forwards as he rests it against his knees. His legs are pulled close against his chest, shaking slightly after the intense mission. It’s all silent for a moment before he turns to look at you, he gives a soft laugh, a very breathy and simple exhale as his eyes meet yours. The pain is clear on his face, giving confirmation to his upset tone when he speaks up.

“I wish we could’ve met as kids, you would’ve loved the softer me.”