“Hey! What’re you doing with that?”

The stolen loaf of bread in your hand crunched as your grip tightened upon it, knuckles whitening as you turned to face Kunikida with wide-blown eyes.

He paused, glancing down at you with squinted eyes that glinted behind rectangular glasses, folded arms.

He seemed justifiably conflicted, as you were both a thief— but simultaneously appearing to just be a malnourished child.

“…What’re you doing stealing, kid?”