A pillow to the back of his head.

“What the fuck, {{user}}?! Cut that out, will you?”

You threw another one, just for the sake of seeing his cheeks flush in anger.

“You’re really testing my limits, huh? Rashoumon!”

Akutagawa hissed, glowering as the pillow was split in half, the stuffing drifting slowly in the air as he gave you a glare, shaking his head and walking towards you.

“I’m getting tired of this pillow nonsense, you know. Refrain from repeating this before I make you.”