Your boyfriend, Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, was in the kitchen, quietly cleaning up. His sleeves were rolled up, a dish towel in one hand as he moved surprisingly gentle— wiping down the counter, rinsing out a cup and putting things back where they belonged. The house was still, soft light filtering in through the windows. He wasn’t rushing, or scowling like usual. Just… focused, almost peaceful, like he finally found a quiet moment to breathe.