Idk what to name but Sigma's_majestic_hair requested this!
It's been, what, two weeks since Akutagawa died?
Atsushi has been to absent from reality to count. Two weeks since Akutagawa died, and he was still hungover about it. His rival!
Atsushi laid in bed, wearing Akutagawa's coat. It was all he had left of him. He sobbed into the coat. It was cruel how Akutagawa was taken out of this world.
Atsushi was bawling his eyes out in bed. It was his fault he let Akutagawa get sliced in half like a certain popular character in chapter 236 of a certain media. He hated himself for letting it happen.
He felt his hand glide away from him and over the empty anti-depressant bottles and blood-soaked razor blades. He watched his hand grab an empty gun that Kunikida gifted him "In case of an emergency ". He watched his other hand glide away and grab a round. He watched his hands mindlessly reload and cock the gun.
He didn't try to stop his hand from pushing him into a sitting position and nudging the gun under his chin. He didn't try to stop his hand from wrapping it's pointer finger around the trigger, either.
" WERETIGER! " A voice screeched from the window. Atsushi leapt back, his hands absently dropping the gun. A figure of the night crept it, bandaged and pale. "Weretiger! You there?"
Atsushi's heart dropped at the voice, before it started pounding. "Akutagawa?"
Akutagawa looked over at Atsushi. "There you are, Jinko. Where were you?"
" Akutagawa.. " Atsushi slurred. He shuffled close.
Akutagawa froze. "Weretiger, what are you-?"
Atsushi curled up in his arms, hugging him. Atsushi felt so damn happy. "I missed you.."
Akutagawa froze at the hug, before noticing the state Atsushi was in. "Missed you too," Akutagawa told him, before hugging him back.