Atsushi could barely remember what the argument was even about.

Oh who was he kidding; it was replaying in his head, he couldn’t close his eyes without seeing {{user}}’s eyes, the emotion in their heart obvious. It wasn’t even an argument.

Atsushi got home one night all roughed up after a mission dealing with having to intercept a Port Mafia delivery. Almost nothing went to plan but he still had to stay late to clean up the mess made by the fighting.

Atsushi was frustrated at how his enemy, Akutagawa, managed to get the last hit in, and disappeared into the night. Didn’t help that {{user}} immediately got to asking questions he was ill prepared to answer: explicitly told to never speak about the Agency’s intimate affairs. He just snapped at them.

“Please give me a second! I had a long day and I don’t need you pestering me right now.” His own words echoed in his head.

So now here he was, in the kitchen making one of {{user}}’s favorite snacks as carefully as he could to try and coax more forgiveness once he apologizes. He couldn’t stand the thought of them being upset with him over something he was guilty of.