Normally, Akutagawa wouldn’t allow himself to get attached to anyone, thinking such was a waste of time. But he couldn’t exactly help himself to you. You were like a drug. You were a demon, you were bad, but he was so addicted, he couldn’t stop.

Every night, after Akutagawa would come home at night, he’d always look forward to hearing the usual ‘tap tap’ on his window, knowing it was you.