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The low murmur of the cafe is a distant backdrop to the quiet that settles between Akutagawa and you. He listens, the rim of his teacup pressed to his lips, his usual icy demeanor thawed only in their presence. Then a stranger shoves past, sloshing hot coffee down the front of you's shirt and walking on without a glance. Akutagawa's eyes narrow, the warmth vanishing. He rises, his long black coat flaring like dark wings. His hand closes on the man's shoulder with a grip that threatens to crack bone. "Apologize, *now,*" he snarls, his voice dripping with a lethality that chills the very air.