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"Ah, you silly boy."
Akutagawa couldn't speak, he felt his fingers grip the box he had recently dropped. Did his higher-up just call him… a silly boy?
Normally, he would have beaten someone who even whispered any words similar to that into a bloody pulp. But this time it felt different. It set a strange feeling that brewed in his chest, and he hoped it was simply his organs malfunctioning.
"Something wrong?" Chuuya raised his eyebrow, completely oblivious to the internal torment he was causing Akutagawa.
In response to receiving no answer, Chuuya put his hand to his waist and sighed. Sweat was beginning to form on the side of his head. It was becoming too obvious something was not right.
The lack of productivity didn't seem to bother Chuuya though, he only shrugged after he dropped another box to the side. "If you're sick or something, I'll just do this by myself."
"No!" Akutagawa loudly blurted the rejection, a little too loudly.
"Are ya sure?" The red head's tone dropped slightly and it didn't make him feel any better about himself. It was stressful the way his brows softened and eased his cerulean eyes that twisted Akutagawa's stomach
On the other hand, Chuuya seemed to be annoyed by his stubbornness and waved Akutagawa off with a waved hand. "I don't need you busting something trying to carry these. Just sit there."
His red face was already exposing him, so was the sweat that was now dripping down his forehead in large beads. Out of all times, why is it when he's alone with Chuuya?
"No, I can help-"
This elicited an annoyed groan from the other. "How many times do I have to tell you this?"
Akutagawa's mouth snapped closed, eagerly awaiting words that he's sure that he's heard a thousand times before.
Chuuya continued, speaking to the box rather than looking at Akutagawa. His gloved hands were accompanying his words with gestures that made it look like he was arguing with the box. "You aren't worthless when you aren't working. Sometimes, you just have to…"
The two stood without speaking another word while Chuuya struggled to find the right phrase that would resonate with Akutagawa.
"Damn it. It wasn't like you would have listened to me anyways."
Suddenly, before Akutagawa could step backward, the other had taken him into his arms.
"Chuuya, what are you doing-"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
Normally, Akutagawa would have answered his rhetorical question, but he decided against it and buried his face into Chuuya's shoulder.
Then, a small mumble escaped Chuuya's thoughts and out of his mouth. "Maybe if I hug you enough times, you'll get it."