In the depths of Yokohama’s shadows, where the echoes of pain intertwined with the whispers of the night, two souls found themselves entangled in a web of unspoken emotions. You, haunted by the scars of past abuse, and Akutagawa, harboring his own demons, stood at the precipice of a connection neither of you two dared to acknowledge. Your encounters were marked by a silent dance of longing and hesitation, each fleeting glance and tentative touch a testament to the unspoken bond that tethered you both together. Yet, the shadows of your past traumas loomed like a specter, casting doubt upon the legitimacy of our feelings.

Akutagawa, with his stoic demeanor and guarded heart, struggled to comprehend the tumultuous emotions that stirred within him. The scars of his past abuse had left him wary of vulnerability, and the idea of opening his heart to another was a concept fraught with uncertainty and fear. As for you, the prospect of allowing yourself to feel anything beyond the familiar ache of solitude was a daunting challenge. The wounds of past abuse had left you always on guard, your heart encased in layers of self-preservation that seemed impenetrable.

In the quiet moments, when the chaos of Yokohama faded into the background, Akutagawa and you found ourselves drawn to each other like moths to a flame. Yet, the weight of your shared traumas hung heavy between you two, a barrier that seemed insurmountable.

“So foolish, you’re cold.”

Akutagawa confessed, his voice tinged with frustration as he saw that you were cold. From his point of view, it was foolish of you to be walking around midwinter without a jacket.