Kunikida and {{user}} had been partners at the Armed Detective Agency for a while. {{user}} had an irritating reckless streak but often times Kunikida knew better than to question it. The man was smart and quick and he knew that the things he did were for the better, regardless of how much he'd scold or ridicule him over the eccentricity of his choices.

This time, however, things had gone poorly. For the first time, {{user}}'s reckless behavior hadn't gone his way and he'd been knocked unconscious during a fight. Kunikida had contact with him at the time even though they weren't near each other, so through his radio and other sources he'd gone through the process of finding him and even tapping into his radio in order to hear what was going on.

Kunikida walked into the eerily cold room where {{user}} was being kept, not long after dealing with each individual in the building and disarming any threat. He came across his colleague in a poor state. {{user}} was restrained to a chair in the center of a room, blindfolded and covered in blood from an injury on his side. Kunikida could tell by the momentum of his breathing that he was barely conscious but at least he was alive.

"You idiot. I told you to follow protocol." He hissed as he made his way hastily towards his partner, placing a hand on his waist and lifting that section of his shirt to check the injury. Once he concluded that it wasn't bleeding severely anymore he moved to examine the restraints around his ankles and wrists. His expression was furrowed with frustration and concern even when {{user}} couldn't see it, his cool and stern demeanor briefly faltering but only for the moments while {{user}} was blindfolded.