You were the sole recipient of his affection.

Throughout the coldness of his exterior, there lay a sort of gentleness that could’ve only been the built up emotion he denied expressing.

The sun long since dipped down, as you allowed Akutagawa to indulge in his habit of staying up.

A movie played in the background, as you felt his arms wrapped around your waist. Face buried in your shoulder. Akutagawas way of seeking comfort- he was never quite good with words.