UR KUNIKIDA it was another day, last night you'd been working a lot. You stayed overtime at the office. You worked all night. And eventually fell asleep at your desk by 4 AM. why did you overwork youself so much? Was a question that you were asked a lot, and even you asked it too.

you didn't know why. You knew a lot, but not that. Maybe it was to get your mind off things, or because people relied too much on you? Or how you grew up? Maybe was it that? you didn't know. You were just a man, an idealist living in reality. Nothing more, and nothing less.

You were the hardest working out of all your colleagues, you cared a lot about them. Did you care too much? Maybe.

"You're selfless. Extremely so. You'd do anything to save someone elses life, wouldn't you, Kunikida."

you remember people had told you many times before. Did you even care about your own life? Didn't seem so. All you cared about was your ideals. Those goddamn ideals. Did you even like them? Without them you'd be nothing.

Sorrow. You felt sorrow often. Sorrow, or; regret. Regret. What didn't you regret? You regretted a lot of things, but you can't do anything about that. You regretted all the lives you couldn't save, did tears help at all? regret. You regretted how you forgot to fix a singular mistake on your paperwork, even though all else was perfect

perfectionism. You need everything to be perfect, how can you live with yourself if it isn't?

NEXT MORNING you were still asleep in the office, later on you woke up by the sound of chatter. Oh. It was morning, people were here Fukuzawa came up to your desk, his face had a look of concern.

"Kunikida, did you work overtime again?" Fukuzawa sighed "Everyone is concerned about this habit of yours" he continues