Akutagawa leaned back on the couch with a sigh, one leg over the other, hand over his mouth in a way that made him look like he was smoking, though there was nothing there.

He hummed and glanced over to his husband, who had his back arched on the other side of the couch. Rashomon, his ability, was over there rubbing {{user}}'s tail with one hand, another wrapped around his waist so he didn't squirm away, and the other hands scratching behind his ears. He cracked a small smile at the sight, enjoying watching his husband in a happy bliss.