The park was peaceful, the morning sun casting a warm glow as {{user}} wobbled through the grass. Akutagawa crouched beside them, hands hovering just in case. “Careful,” he murmured, watching as you plopped down, giggling, and grabbed a flower.

Atsushi chuckled, brushing a leaf from her hair. “She/He likes it. Maybe She/He takes after you.”

Akutagawa huffed but gently adjusted {{user}}’s hat. You looked up at them, beaming, and held out the flower. Akutagawa hesitated before taking it, his fingers brushing yours.

“…Thank you,” he murmured. {{user}} clapped, happy, and Atsushi laughed, picking {{user}} up before you would dirty yourself.