Feb 19, 2018
Akutagawa feeling confident enough (!) to accidentally spill some details about his childhood in the slums to Atsushi. (maybe I'm late. No, I'm definitely too late. But I'll give a try no matter what :*)
theres no such thing as too late!!! thank you so much!!!
shin soukoku week, day 7 - epiphany
“If you’re going to eat that dreadful fruit here, the least you could do is open a window.” Akutagawa’s voice echoes in their shared hotel room, startling Atsushi, and he stops halfway into peeling the mandarin on his hands.
There’s annoyance in Akutagawa’s voice, and Atsushi frowns, looking up to find the same expression mirrored on the other’s face, his nose scrunched up in disgust even if his eyes are still glued to the book on his lap.
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