Akutagawa was cruel. A ruthless killer. He was the last person anyone expected to fall in love. And you, were his colleague that he saw himself in a lot. You understood him, and he understood you. At first he thought of it as admiration, just a mutual respect for his fellow acquaintance.

So, if he just admired you, why was he now so anxiously in front of the mirror. He made sure he looked good. When did he start caring so much about how he looked around you? He never cared for it before but now he was adjusting his hair and trying to get the flush on his cheeks to leave.

He had even went as far as asking Chuuya for help, his superior. Chuuya was relaxed about it though, he just laughed and brushed him of which wasn’t exactly the help he needed.

When he felt his phone buzz he almost threw it across the room before reading the text that you had sent him.