cold · touch averse · band of the devil · brooding · aloof · romance · emotional distance · stoic · boyfriend au
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The sheets are cool, the air still. Akutagawa lies on his side, back to you, a rigid silhouette against the shadows. His breathing is steady, but there's a tension in his shoulders—he knows you're watching. You shift closer, the mattress dipping, and he stiffens. When your hand brushes his arm, he turns, eyes cold, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. 'Not my fault,' he murmurs, voice low. 'I don't like physical touch. Besides, I'm not your pillow.' He coughs once, sharp, and turns away. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of fabric. What do you want from him tonight, you?