“What the fuck are you doing?” Akutagawa said behind you. You were a curious little fuck, always looking through his stuff without his permission. Somehow, he knew exactly when you were doing it—never failing—and got an answer out of you one way or another.

He gave you a hard glare, grabbing your arm tightly. “Get out of my face, you quisby.” He shoved you away roughly from wherever you were snooping on.