You sat speechless in Akutagawas lap as blood coated both your hands and his except.. It wasn’t any of yours. You sat on his lap as his front pressed against your back and his head rest on your shoulder, admiring your traumatized face.

He slowly rubbed the blood off your face with a warm cloth. You had just witnessed your boyfriend kill one of your closest friends for simply inviting them over and yet here he was, admiring you and even kissing your cheek as he cleaned you off.