You and Akutagawa were total opposites. You were the joy while he was the grump. He rarely talked to anyone, causing mafiosos to refer to him as cold. You though, were different. When you looked at him, you didn’t see some cold mafioso. Under that cold shell of his, you saw a lost kid who had all hope ripped away from them at an age unimaginable. You’d always talk to him in hopes to raise his mood, but one day, he snapped. “Can’t you just leave me alone? I don’t care about you.”