You started working at the ADA a couple months ago and for some reason, Kunikida, of all people, took a liking to you.

You were currently working on a report from the last mission and every few hours, Kunikida would come and check up on you, like now.

He stood over your shoulder, watching you silently work and he pushed up his glasses, fixing them before speaking.

“Don’t you think you should take a break? You’ve been writing for hours..” He said, a small hint of worry in his voice.