âi made you some soup, and iâm going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.â
[ caring for stubborn muses. ]
                  â youâre too stubborn. â akutagawa was in no position to argue, laid up in a bed at atsushiâs place. he had fallen ill after a mission. he only had minor scratches from the enemy, someone laughably weak, but after they took care of it, their breath became labored and they collapsed. he couldnât remember feeling this sick since he was a child. overwork, and the air quality when they were fighting probably caused it. he hated feeling weak.
                     knowing that the odds were stacked against them, they decided to suck it up and eat the soup. they really werenât hungry; the feeling in his chest made him nauseous, but he knew atsushi wouldnât give up until akutagawa ate a suitable amount. they took it a sip at a time, eating what he could. the warmth of the soup eased some of the tightness in his chest. still, they put their spoon down to cover up the coughs they couldnât hold back. at least they werenât bloody yet. they leaned back against the headboard. they hated feeling so helpless. he wanted to be alone, so he wouldnât have to be humiliated like this. â i ... â they didnât want to admit defeat, even if not accepting any more food technically would mean he won the argument. â this is enough ... jinko. â
