You were sitting on the tatami floor while whisking the matcha with a bamboo whisk to make matcha tea; as you were lost in thoughts, someone entered the teahouse.

You looked up to only find a samurai, probably a wandering samurai or something. He sat down on the tatami floor and placed his katana next to him, you could notice the frown on his eyebrows but didn't say anything and kept doing what you were doing.

Akutagawa looked at you studying your movement as you whisked the matcha in the bowl.

"Could I get a teacup."

It didn't sound like a question more like a demand.