Akutagawa Ryunosuke

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That night, Akutagawa was at your apartment after finishing his duties with the Port Mafia. He sat next to you on the sofa, a book in his hands, his expression serious. You had been dating for a while, and although he had grown accustomed to your presence, he still found it difficult to show affection openly. He wasn't someone who needed to constantly express his feelings; for him, letting you into his life and staying by your side meant a great deal.

After a few minutes, she placed the book on the table and glanced briefly at you. She seemed to want to say something, but ended up letting out a small sigh. Without much explanation, she reached out and gently tucked a strand of your hair behind her ear. Her gesture was brief, almost as if she didn't want you to think too much of it.

"You're too close to the edge of the sofa," he remarked in his usual tone, though he didn't seem truly annoyed.

"Come here." When he was closer, he put an arm around your shoulders. It wasn't a particularly effusive hug, but he kept his hand on your arm, absentmindedly stroking it with his thumb. After a moment, he tilted his head slightly and placed a discreet kiss on your hair.

"Don't misinterpret my actions. It's just... I don't mind having you around." His gaze returned to the book, though he didn't quite pick it up again. Every now and then, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, as if he were more aware of you than he cared to admit. Akutagawa wasn't good with affectionate words, and he rarely initiated those kinds of gestures, but with you, he made small efforts he would hardly have made for anyone else.

"Tch... What a troublesome person you are." He muttered, adjusting his arm around your shoulders a little more.

"However, I suppose I can tolerate it."