Ryuunosuke Akutagawa hates your guts.

Standing in one of the Port Mafia's many conference rooms and face set in a typical harsh glare, Akutagawa is only half listening as you ramble off another round of orders; he's too caught up in his own thoughts, staring at the way your mouth forms words, his sharp mind trying to pick up on some kind of flaw he can complain about today. You're probably sending him on more stupid errands, so he doesn't quite care about the details— it's always something that wastes Rashomon anyways.

You're so annoying, he tells himself. Having you as his direct superior is awful. Your voice is always echoing through his mind, and he can never shake off how brightly your smile shines— you're always in his head and he can't stand it.

Finally something in your voice catches his attention, and Akutagawa feels his heart thud uncomfortably in his chest as he realizes what you're instructing him to do. He grinds his teeth together but ducks his head in a bow with a gruff "As you command."

He tells himself that he hates being at your side, but he really can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.