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Atsushi had been leaving notes around the house for some godforsaken reason. Akutagawa was frankly, quite confused by the whole ordeal. They were little things, like reminders for him to eat and drink, to shower, little compliments, and what were essentially small love letter, notes of his affections.
Disgusting.
He would never admit he appreciated them, especially not to Atsushi… what? Appreciate them? Never in his life.
These little… intimacies? Whatever they were, they had been going on for weeks at this point.
He was thinking that maybe he should throw Atsushi a bone and respond to some of them. Throw a bone? To a cat? His brain chided him with, and he growled. Fine then, throw Atsushi a ball of yarn. He grumbled under his breath as he had the conflict with his thoughts, getting a pad of sticky notes and a pen that he liked.
He sat them on the desk before sitting and clicking open the pen. He sat there for a solid thirty seconds, before realizing he had absolutely no idea what to write. Shit. He gripped the pen tightly, glaring viciously at the sticky notes. He snarled, before getting an idea. Maybe this would stop Atsushi from putting them everywhere.
He scribbled down small retorts to all of the cute things that Atsushi had said, “I hate you” in reply to his “I love you!” messages, “you’re the worst” to his “you’re the best!” messages, and so on. He stuck them up around the house next to Atsushi’s notes and waited for him to come home. Good thing he was being... somewhat productive on his day off. (This wasn’t productive at all, and he was lying to himself to feel better.)
Atsushi came home a little after the messages had been put up, Akutagawa having left the house to get groceries. (Not really, he was just avoiding Atsushi and had texted that to him as an excuse. However, he could not come home without any, so he was at the store, grabbing some miscellaneous items.)
His phone buzzed, probably a text from Atsushi.
jinko (5:46 PM): what is w/ these notes, ryuu. why are you so mean 2 me. what did i ever do 2 u to deserve this
akutagawa (5:47 PM): They’re responses to yours, Jinko. Leave me alone. I’m shopping. And don’t call me that.
jinko (5:48 PM): ur such a meaniepants
jinko (5:48 PM): and ur rude
jinko (5:48 PM): why do i love u again
jinko (5:48 PM): a real mystery
akutagawa (5:49 PM): …
akutagawa (5:49 PM): I’m not bringing back anything for chazuke.
jinko (5:50 PM): FUCK U RYUU
And so that ended their messages, with Akutagawa simply not bothering to reply.
He’d come home around 6:30, with no sign of Atsushi in sight. Strange. The little notes had all been taken down as well, which was also strange. Huh.
He looked around, before sighing and placing the groceries onto the table. He started to put them away, still staying alert on the off chance that Atsushi would come back soon, which he doubted. Atsushi was planning something, but Akutagawa had no idea what it was.
He wandered around the house, cleaning up little things to give him peace of mind. He jumped a bit when he heard the door open, having been somewhat lost in his own little world. Rashoumon activated before he’d realized it was just Atsushi. Little bastard.
“I’m home!” Atsushi shouted as he slipped off his shoes and put his slippers on. Akutagawa stalked over to the door, glaring per the usual at having been disturbed.
“I could hear that, jinko.” He grumbled, arms crossed. “Where are the notes?”
“Oh, the notes? I thought you didn’t like them Ryuu?” He questioned, clearly faking his innocent look. Akutagawa could see the light amusement in his eyes. What the hell was he up to?
“Well, since you didn’t like them as they were… I decided that I should try a different approach!” He exclaimed, pulling something out from behind his back. It was a whiteboard that you could hang from the wall. It was of a decent size, still small enough that he could hide it behind himself, and would fit perfectly on the blank wall that they had.
Akutagawa looked at it dumbfoundedly, and Atsushi giggled before taking it to the kitchen and sticking it on the wall.
“See, now this way we don’t waste so much paper!”
“I fail to see how this is any better of a solution.”
“Oh, don’t be like that grouchypants. You love it.”
“Tch.”
The whiteboard did end up getting a lot of use, covered in back and forth letters, little drawings, and a plethora of funny quotes. Of course, Atsushi took pictures of everything before it could get erased, much to Akutagawa's annoyance.
At least Atsushi wouldn’t show that to anyone, right? He hoped, despite knowing that Atsushi would likely show everyone that he could. Asshole.