Atsushi Is So Stupid Actually All He Had To Do Is Say Every Time You Don't Kill Someone You Get A Kiss

Atsushi is so stupid actually all he had to do is say “every time you don't kill someone you get a kiss (from me)” and forget six months, Akutagawa would have not killed anyone for the rest of his life.

PLEASE I NEED MY BABY HOME ASAGIRIII

@ asagiri

akutagaugust??? 👉🏻👈🏻

AAHHHHH I LOVE THEM

need more chuuaku in my life

my son!!

Dive to Atsushi's heart!

Its getting chilly ⛄️ gotta keep him warm 🤲🏻

😭😭THEY ARE SO CUTEEEEEE RAAAAHHHHHH

shoot out

There were several styrofoam darts scattered just outside the genkan as Akutagawa took his shoes off and shook his head, Rashomon juggling the multiple grocery bags. There was laughter and the rapid thud of retreating footsteps, as well as the very solid sound of a small weretiger bouncing off a hard surface.

The weather had been poor lately, and the rain kept everyone inside. Based on the expended ammunition, it looked like someone finally dug the toy blasters out of the closet while he was out.

He really thought he’d hidden them better.

“Weretiger?” Akutagawa called, and got no immediate response, although there was more faint laughter. He walked into the main room.

Atsushi was lying in the middle of the floor, a couch cushion held to his chest and his eyes closed. The low table had been pushed out of the way, and there was a multicolored array of styrofoam darts littering the floor around his head. “Are you dead?” Akutagawa asked.

“Very dead,” Atsushi confirmed, without opening his eyes. “It was a very dramatic death, you missed it. Award-winning.”

Akutagawa looked around the room; aside from the furniture being pushed against the walls nothing appeared to be broken. “The rain should stop soon, I hope,” he said. Atsushi snorted.

Rashomon formed a small shield over his head and three foam darts pinged off his ability. The shots came from above, Akutagawa placed the grocery bags on the counter and without even looking plucked Ryuu-chan from atop the fridge and flung him out of the kitchen. “Your father is playing dead, go shoot him a few dozen more times.”

He heard Atsushi laugh, then go, “no, Ryuu-chan, enough—” and yelp. There was more laughter from the main room, and Akutagawa smiled as he put the vegetables out for washing