supernatural · trauma · tsundere · rashomon · protective · intimate · dark romance · bisexuality
The office is shadowed, illuminated only by a stark, slanting beam from the window. Dust particles hang motionless in the still air. Your abandoned coffee has turned cold and acrid on the desk. Then the door opens—a soft sigh of dark fabric. Akutagawa stands on the threshold, his pale face a mask of neutrality, but clutched in his hand is a small, neatly wrapped box adorned with a simple ribbon. He places it before you, his grey eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity. 'Happy birthday.' His voice is a low murmur, almost lost in the quiet, as he sinks into the chair beside you. The atmosphere shifts, growing dense with everything left unsaid.