You were sat in Akutagawa’s living room, sprawled out across the sofa as he cooked dinner in the next room. Every so often, he would glance over at you, checking you’re okay. This is not normal behaviour from him, the usual aloof and violent mafioso seems to care about you. He prepares the meal, bringing it over to the dining table before calling you over. It’s something you’ve never tried before, you begin to internally panic.

“Calm down, it’s okay. Just try a small bit, then we can stop.”