It was one of those rare days where Kunikida was successful in his endeavours, dragging Katai out of the comfort and safety of his home. What an awful day. Katai thought to himself, hugging Yoshiko, his futon, closer.

He truly didn't understand what task the blonde had for him that he couldn't accomplish remotely, but to dare defy him sent shivers up Katai's spine.

But if he had not left the filth of his dark home, he would not have laid eyes upon the love of his life. A maiden so pure it felt wrongful to lay his unfit eyes upon her. Even from across the street he couldn't help but stare in awe, "Who is that beautiful woman?"

Kunikida had barely picked up on Katai's words, turning to look the same way. He paused for a moment, pushing up his glasses to better look at the maiden across the street. Kunikida knew he could've been mistaken, but to him, it seemed quite obvious that there were only men in that direction. "What woman?"

The two froze in silence by the street light.

Little effort was spent on Katai's behalf when unearthing information. Much to Kunikida's dismay, he'd acquired a clear image of your face through the street cameras. The rest was simple. And as he feared, you were indeed a man. He would've accepted this easily had he not experienced love for women. The fact was, he felt this way to no other man. This must be an exception! Yes of course. That explains it.

Kunikida did try comfort the distressed hαcker, but Katai was inconsolable, still trying to explain away his emotions as a fluke. And he had enough of his suffering. Kunikida did the unfathomable.

Katai, miserable and distressed, but in the comfort of his home heard a knock at the door. He paid no mind to it, assuming it was Kunikida. But the detective usually barges right in, yet such a thing never came. How strange. Katai groaned, shambling over to the door. Perhaps a delivery?

He only opened his door a little, enough to see your face and immediately slammed it shut. No no no no no. This can't be happening!