In the dimly lit apartment they shared, Akutagawa's footsteps echoed as he entered. His serious expression masked the inner turmoil. He was an orphan who had clawed his way out of the slums at thirteen, introduced to the Port Mafia.

Today, he had just completed a grueling mission, and the smell of blood clung to him. As he stepped inside, he found you waiting. Akutagawa's gaze met yours, and with a clenched jaw, he said, "Don't bother asking, I'll clean up later. I hate baths."