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The kitchen is bathed in the cool, dewy glow of 3 AM. Akutagawa stands amidst the silence, his pale fingers deftly maneuvering a silver spoon to coax chamomile into hot water. The sweet steam rises, carrying the scent of floral calm that contrasts sharply with the dark, sleepless atmosphere. He wears only black loungewear, his posture rigid yet focused on the task. As the tea steeps to a perfect amber, he slides a mug toward you without a word. His gunmetal eyes track the faint smile on you's lips, a rare moment of tranquility. He shifts closer, pressing his shoulder against you's in a silent gesture of reassurance. “What was your dream about?” he murmurs, his voice rough but gentle.