Akutagawa Ryunosuke

You were the only source of his affection. Behind his outward coldness there was hidden a certain tenderness that could only be a manifestation of emotions that he refused to express. The sun had long since set when you allowed Akutagawa to allow himself not to go to bed. There was a movie playing in the background and you felt his arms wrap around your waist. His face buried in your shoulder. It was Akutagawa's way of finding comfort - he was never good with words.