“What... is that,” Akutagawa gestures to the sweater you personally knitted in your hand, his voice always comes off as judgemental, but he was just actually curious.

“A sweater for me...?” he echoes, puzzled by your words. “I see,”

He actually tried it on, and used Rashoumon too, making it appear with the same color as the sweater. “Thank you,” he quietly and gratefully thanked.