The sparkle in his eyes

chapter 2

Atsushi pov

I slowly open my eyes and try to sit up, but my chest hurts, so I stay still.

What happened? Where am I?

I remember that I was walking home from the agency when... Wait. I was attacked on my way home. I think it was somewhere near the park and...I think that Akutagawa was also there. Did he attacked me? I don't know. All my memories are blurry and my head hurts.

The only think I know for sure is that I lost. Again. If someone wouldn't save me all the time, I would be dead a long time ago. What if the principal from the orphanage was right? I'm failure.

I feel I'm starting to panic so I take a deep breath and try to calm down.

My wounds has been treated. Am I in a hospital? No, this doesn't looks like a hospital at all. It actually looks more like a bedroom. A really nice bedroom. There is a bookshelf on the left side and a wardrobe on the right side. I'm lying on a bed with nightstands on each side.

I try to sit up once again after what feels like half an hour. This time my chest doesn't hurt that bad so I stand up. My legs are weak, and I stumble a little bit.

I slowly walk to the door that are next to the bed.

I can hear someone talking from the other side in a quiet voice.

"Yes, that is all for my report. Thank you for your time."

A report? Am I in an apartment of somebody from the agency? How did they found out I was being attacked and where I was?

I open the door expecting probably Kunikida-san, but instead, I stare in shock at Akutagawa in the kitchen as he places his phone on a countertop. So he wasn't the one who attacked me.

Wait, is this his apartment? Did he brought me here and took care of me? It can't be. He wanted me dead, so why would he save me?

"Oh, you're awake already." He says looking at me.

I have so many questions.

"What happened? Why am I here?"

He stares at me for a moment in silence with tired expression on his face. Then he picks up two cups and pours tea into them and only then he starts to explain seemingly annoyed.

"I'm sure that you know about this gifted who steals other abilities. Yesterday, as I was walking home, I was attacked by her. All I know is that something hit me very hard and sent me crashing into a car. Than you appeared out of nowhere and she attacked you as well. She used one of the stolen abilities, probably the ability to transform and control metal, and sent some sort of metal tube flying straight through your chest. To be honest, you were quite lucky. It almost went straight through your heart." he explains and hands me one of the cups.

Is this man the same Akutagawa that I know? He seems like a different person. Way more peaceful and calmer person.

"Thank you. And what happened after that? I had to lose my consciousness."

"I fought with her for a while, but then she just disappeared. I brought you here because I didn't know what to do with you. I couldn't let you die there because Dazai-san wouldn't like it and it is most likely that the agency will work with the Port mafia on this case together." he then starts walking to the livingroom and I follow him.

We sit in silence on a cough for a couple of minutes.

"So... What kind of things do you like?" I try to break the silence.

He doesn't respond.

"What is your favourite colour?"

He doesn't respond again. What am I supposed to do now? Are we going to sit like this until I leave?

"Do you even like anything?"

"Figs. I like figs."

Akutagawa pov

Maybe I should have left him there. He talks too much. I'm not used to have this much affection from someone other than my sister. Answering him was a mistake but if I don't answer him anymore questions maybe he will give up and leaves.

"Well, I expected you to like a lot of things but not figs, but I guess figs are also great. Have you ever tried to plant them? It might be fun to watch how they grow and harvest them later. Dont you think, Akutagawa?"

No, he's the type to never give up. Out of all the gifted on this planet, why do I have to work with him all the time?

It has some good sides at least. I think we learned how to work pretty good together when we really have to.

Is there a possibility that we would be even better if we got closer also in personal life? I guess I will have to try to listen and talk to him. In the end, what's the worst that could happen?

"And what about you?" I ask him. "What do you like?"

He seems surprised but happy that I continue talking.

"Chazuke. We might go out and get some one day if you want to. I know a great place."