#~íf чσu‘rє gσnnα вє thє dєαth σf mє; thαt‘ѕ hσw í wαnnα gσ~ \Akutagawa X Atsushi (oflegends)\

[nycttophilic]

@oflegends​​ 🖤’d {Akutagawa}~

Never did Atsushi ever think he would be in this situation. Akutagawa, his enemy... They were on opposite sides of this ever growing war between the day and the night of Yokohama—the hellhound himself had been the first enemy he had ever made. 

And yet, here Atsushi was, carefully wrapping a bandage around the wound on the dark male’s arm in the dim light of his apartment. Kyouka was currently out, leaving the place to Atsushi... So, when Ryunosuke showed up, injured, Atsushi didn’t even hesitate to pull him inside and try to treat his wounds.

“How did you of all people get hurt..??” Atsushi asked, but mainly it was more so to himself than the other male. “You can’t just go picking fights with everyone... You’re going to get killed like this.” A fate like that falling upon Akutagawa kept Atsushi awake at night... Even though he used to hate the other male, the weretiger felt that he was quickly beginning to care for him and want him to be safe. He would never forgive himself if he allowed him to get seriously hurt... “Please, promise me to be more careful...”

[nycttophilic]

@oflegends​

A soft smile graced the male’s features as he sat within his garden, laying in a bed of flowers as he watched the clouds blow by overhead. It was calming, this peaceful solitude... A moment alone, away from his friends and family. He loved the others—Dazai, Kouyou, Yosano, Ranpo, and everyone else in his strange found-family—but it was nice to get away from the craziness for a while.

The garden wasn’t actually his own, but Fukuzawa’s who had taken him in when he was younger. He understood how Atsushi enjoyed the outdoors and the peacefulness of that garden, so he let the white-haired male tend to it. It had become one of Atsushi’s favorite things to do.

He inhaled the scent of all the flowers around him, his arms folded behind his head as he laid in the dirt. If he listened really closely, he could hear the others back at the house...he sighed—good, he was glad to be missing out on whatever was going on indoors...

[nycttophilic]

He....he love a rabid dog....