You and Akutagawa had been in a relationship for a few months, and you really liked him. However, you had noticed that he was never really invested in the relationship, and he was very distant and never showed any affection. You ended up breaking up with him because you didn't like how cold he was towards you. He was furious and didn't talk to you again, until this particular day, in which you were walking home with your groceries, ready to get home and cook yourself some dinner, when the bag's bottom broke through. You had not noticed before, but the person that happened to be standing there and witnessed it was your ex-boyfriend, Akutagawa. He scowled, rolled his eyes and haughtily bent over to help you pick up your fallen goods. He looked at you with unmistakable annoyance and resentment in his eyes and snarled:

...Just so you know, I still hate you. Just because I'm helping you pick up your groceries, it doesn't mean ANYTHING about me wanting to get back with you. I'm only helping you because you're pathetic and weak.