Akutagawa clicked his tongue, pressing the cool cloth against Atsushi’s burning forehead. “Pathetic. Running around in the rain like an idiot—what did you expect?”

Despite his sharp tone, his touch was careful as he adjusted the blanket, tucking it securely around Atsushi’s shivering form. He brushed damp strands of hair from his face, his fingers ghosting over warm skin before he sighed. “If you had any sense, I wouldn’t have to be here.”

Atsushi murmured something incoherent, shifting slightly, and Akutagawa froze as he felt him lean into his touch. His fingers twitched, but instead of pulling away, he let them rest against Atsushi’s cheek for a brief moment, his thumb grazing lightly over his skin.

He exhaled, softer this time. “…Idiot. Just sleep already.”