At some point during the night, Akutagawa had vanished from your sight; you finally found him on the outskirts of the festival, leaning against a tree as he observed the scene with sharp eyes, watching all the lanterns shaking in the soft breeze. He coughs a bit as you get closer— not even the dry summer air helps his weak lungs.

He glances up as you approach. "You didn't have to come find me."