Akutagawa was never one to associate himself with love, finding it distracting and unimportant. For awhile, he stuck by this judgement, never questioning once if he might unintentionally go against it.

So that's why falling for you hit him like a truck.

You were so enthrallingly stunning that being even in the same room as you made him feel like a dog next to an angel. You were the serene bliss in the world full of destruction, the single lotus that still grew in a field of mud and rain. He found himself a bit envious of your grace, but not enough to hate you.

A distant moon shined onto the roof of your home as you laid next to Akutagawa. You weren't sure why he had asked you to be apart of this seemingly silly "hangout" but who were you to question your coworker? He was much smarter than you.

You wanted to say something, but the words died in your throat everytime you tried to prevent the silence.

Abruptly, Akutagawa asks uncharacteristically, "The moon's beautiful tonight, isn't it?"