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It had been 6 months since Akutagawa and Atsushi started dating, and for their anniversary, Akutagawa had gotten his boyfriend a card with numerous apologies for trying to murder him, and a key to his apartment for him to use whenever. There were often times when Atsushi would show up much earlier than Akutagawa expected, due to his overwhelming anxiety of being late, so he would just sit outside Akutagawa’s apartment for.. a good 10-15 minutes, waiting for Akutagawa to get home from work.
Atsushi always made sure to text Akutagawa to let him know he was on the way over, but he wanted to surprise him one day. And surprise him, he did.
Akutagawa was in the bathroom, playing his music very loudly, and bleaching the ends of his hair white. No one ever really asked if they were natural or not, most likely due to being scared Akutagawa would cut them down for even such a ridiculous question. Only a select few people knew that he bleached them about every 6 weeks, when he would also trim up his hair. He hated having hair directly in his eyes, which is why he kept his bangs so short. Less distraction when fighting, even if Gin made fun of him the first few times he did it.
Akutagawa was in the middle of screaming out some Helena by My Chemical Romance, using the hair dyeing brush as a microphone, when Atsushi popped his head in and joined along mid chorus. Akutagawa panicked, nearly skewered Atsushi with Rashomon and let out a shrill squeak-scream at the top of his lungs, followed by a “WHAT THE FUCK JINKO” and slammed the bathroom door shut out of embarrassment.
Atsushi could hear him having a coughing fit on the other side of the door from the scream and panic, and felt awful that he definitely caused that one.
There are very few things Akutagawa hates with a passion. One would be surprises.
After a few minutes and several apologies through the door, he opened the bathroom back up and saw Atsushi sitting there, nearly in tears.
“I’m so sorry! I thought you heard me come in the front door! I’m so so sorry, Ryuu!”
“You’re fine! You’re fine! You just gave me a scare, that’s all. Just send me a text next time, okay?” He held out his hand to help Atsushi up and gave him a hug to show that he wasn’t mad at him.
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Several hours later, with the bleach washed out and a few glasses of wine in, they sat cuddled up on the couch when Atsushi looked up and gently tugged on one of the white strands.
“So uh.. then these aren’t natural, huh?” Akutagawa scoffed and shoved him off the couch to the floor.