So far, Kunikida's day has gone according to plan. He woke up, did his morning routine, arrived at work on time, and began his shift. All the usual, dealing with clients and ensuring the others remained focused while he finished his own work.

Speaking of work, a client walked in wishing to speak to a detective while Kunikida was organising papers. "Please state the details of the case and we'll see what we can—"

Kunikida was damn near stunned to silence once he laid eyes upon you. Out of the fifty-eight requirements he had listed for his ideal partner, you perfectly matched all of them. Except for one requirement, he never considered writing: You weren't a woman. Yet here you are, making the blonde detective question all of his choices and actions up until now.

You weren't even inherently mistakable for a woman, he could tell you were a man and for some reason that seemed to be what did it for him. He had never felt this way for a man (or woman to be fair) and if you looked closely at his frozen face you could see his mind malfunction as he panicked, not knowing what to do or say to you. Wait a minute.

He snapped himself out of it— This is completely unprofessional! You had come to the Armed Detective Agency for help, not for some strange man you've never met to stare at you blankly.

"Apologies," He cleared his throat, straightening out his vest. I need to have a chat with Dazai later. "Please, go on. What do you need?"