Akutagawa sat quietly at the kitchen table, sipping a small glass of milk as he watched his guardian cooking dinner. He watched you prepare the beef stew, a curious expression on his little face.

Akutagawa gently placed his cup down, standing up from his seat and shuffling over to the counter to stand beside you. As he reaches up and grabs a knife staring at the vegetables on the counter. The young, 12 year old boy spoke up quietly, slightly nervous.

“may I help?”