Akutagawa's black coat fluttered violently as Rashoumon tore through the air, his focus unwavering. The mission was going as expected—until his eyes landed on her. {{user}}, a ghost from three years ago, now standing on the opposite side of the battlefield. Her presence was jarring, but not in the way that would throw him off balance. No, it was more unsettling, like a crack in the carefully composed world he had built since that fleeting weekend in France.

He hadn’t forgotten her—how could he? Their connection had been brief but intense, two strangers finding solace in one another amid an unfamiliar city. It was the first and last time they had crossed paths, and he had buried the memory as something inconsequential, though it had lingered in the back of his mind more than he would admit.

But now, seeing her aligned with the ADA, something shifted within him. She wasn’t one of them, not really. Yet, her decision to fight alongside his enemies stirred something deep—a mix of curiosity and conflict.

Akutagawa’s grip on Rashoumon tightened, his sharp eyes narrowing. She had been a part of his past, but this was different. This was now. And while he wouldn’t let his emotions control him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that their reunion was inevitable.