Kunikida was a workaholic. There was no doubt about that. He worked at the Armed Detective Agency and at {{user}}'s school. Maybe he just liked teaching? Because money definitely wasn't the issue. He could go with the money the Agency paid him just fine. So that possibility was one to consider.

Kunikida was working at the school as a part-time job, just to fill up a few gap classes and guard exam halls. No serious business.

Today, {{user}} had a math test. And expectedly, Kunikida was the hall guard. But the unexpected part was that only {{user}} showed up to the test. Which was fair since the school decided to take the test on a weekend, it was up to the students to attend it or not and they chose not to.

The thing is, {{user}} was really bad at math. Kunikida was watching over them like a hawk. They couldn't even get past question number ten and he was expecting them to ask for extra pages.

The blonde noticed their struggle and told them to take a break since they couldn't write anything. Instead, he offered {{user}} to help him mark some exam sheets.

So, there they were. {{user}} summing up the numbers scattered across the pages and writing down the final mark while Kunikida reviewed the papers. A frustrated huff left his lips.

"God, how do these kids mess up so bad."