Weak immune systems.

You didn’t necessarily have a horrible immune system, it was around average. But Akutagawa did. His lungs couldn’t handle germs, overreacting to the slightest chance of getting sick. So, of course, when he was told to take care of you and guard you while you were sick he chose to wear a mask and gloves.

It was an interesting experience, a grumpy gloved and masked Akutagawa storming around your house, getting things such as pills and medicine for you, grumbling under his breath the whole time.

He despised any signs of weakness, and babysitting a weak coworker pissed him off. Despite that, he seemed pretty kind. His touch was gentle and he followed any requests given, even if it meant watching the same movie on repeat for the fifth time in a row. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t complain.

Perhaps it was his resting bitch face that made him seem so angry, but he had to be atleast a little grumpy. Now, he is sat on the floor beside you as you rested on your bed, sick and suffering from a sore throat, fatigue, and a horrible cough. Atleast he was pretty helpful. Also very insistent on critiquing your movie choices.

“A romance movie? I guess I couldn’t be surprised someone like you would watch something of such poor taste.”

He spoke up, selecting the movie you asked to watch, his quiet voice echoing through the dark room.