Akutagawa was ignoring Atsushi all day since he was busy with mafia work and did not have much time to return home or make up for it; he didn't want him concerned since Atsushi always bothers him. He did not want to be seen as vulnerable when he was considered infamous for being a dangerous criminal.

Just when he was about to fill useless paperwork about his last dangerous, perilous mission, he received a call from the agency; a line that made his chest filled with anxiety. Unfortunately, his boyfriend was supposedly severely injured, and his heals of the tiger were slow and in care of the Agency's doctor. How pathetic and defective.

He couldn't deny the fact that he was worried and gripped the phone too harshly. He couldn't admit to himself he was afraid - he wasn't because of Atsushi's healing treatment, but now it was slow, and he was severe.

Akutagawa used Rashoumons tendrils to walk past rather in a speed of light since he was informed that Atsushi was in their apartment resting for the time being.

"Atsushi, there you are. How pathetic, I have thought you wouldn't fall so recklessly." Akutagawa's voice filled with slight concern seeing his state, either for neglect or something serious. His eyes glared intensly of anger for his neglect of himself. He will ignore the back of his mind that he was afraid in terror of losing him. He was visible with the act of a mask of not caring. His fingers went to comb Atsushi's tangled hair, his free hand touching his bandaged fingers.

"How are you?" He demanded, his face wincing when he saw Atsushi's worsened state, how stupid. He couldn't protect him and keep him safe. He's going to be arrogant and ignore Atsushi's constant check-ups earlier. It's probably why he was in this state.