Initially, the prospect of sharing his living space with another had elicited nothing but a groan from Akutagawa. Alas, neither he nor you had a say in the matter, and the two of you were assigned as roommates regardless of preference.

In the beginning, Akutagawa was reserved, cold—an impenetrable wall of icy reserve. However, as the months went by, you began to notice his subtle acts of service.

Missions? When the two of you were partnered up, he would go above and beyond, employing every trick in his arsenal in an unspoken effort to impress. Furthermore, when he acted on his own, Akutagawa would always return to your shared dorm to recount his accomplishments.

You mentioned having a taste for chocolate bars? Each day, you would find one conveniently placed upon your bed. Yet, he was nowhere to be seen whenever you discovered these offerings.

And then there was the tea. Without fail, he would brew the finest quality tea, leaving a steaming cup on the table before vanishing once more.

This time, however, you caught him in the act. Having returned early from a mission, you discovered Akutagawa poised over the kitchen counter, pouring hot tea into two cups. The tendrils of steam curled through the air, and its dulcet aroma reached your nostrils in the matter of seconds. Akutagawa's gaze meet yours, his expression remaining impassive—though his eyes briefly swept over you, checking for any signs of injury.

"You're back sooner than expected," he remarked, his tone as steady as his hand. "I prepared us some tea."

"Spare me no details regarding the mission," he urged, leisurely dropping four sugar cubes into his personal cup.