With his injuries, Atsushi should be incapacitated, but of course, he holds on like a leech Akutagawa can't get rid of. The weretigers strength would be impressive if it weren't so fucking annoying. While Akutagawa loves the challenge of a difficult fight and the adrenaline that comes with it, he doesn't love the feeling of failure that strangles him every time he doesn't defeat Atsushi properly. This should count as a win -- Atsushi is quite literally on the ground in the fetal position -- but something about it just doesn't feel satisfying.

No, something about it feels off. Why is Atsushi not fighting back harder?

"Get up," Akutagawa growls, voice low and threatening. He kicks Atsushi in the back of his shoulder again for good measure, blissfully unaware of the unfortunate state that he's put the other in. "What is wrong with you?"

If he knew, Akutagawa might have felt a new emotion for once. He would be mortified. He's faced many an opponent, and he's never affected someone like this. The whine catches him by surprise. What kind of pathetic mewling is that? It doesn't sound like a cry of pain. It sounds like something else entirely, though Akutagawa can't quite piece together what.

The idea that the package is ruined incenses him further. "Let go of it before I sever your limbs from your body." It's an empty threat, considering how Atsushi is curled around the parcel would make it particularly hard to do so without damaging it further.