“What am I going to do with you…”

Kunikida mumbled as he stares at the chibi sitting on a pile of books, munching happily on a cookie.

Yesterday, Kunikida and {{user}} went on a mission together. It went smoothly until they were ambushed by an unknown group. {{user}} got hit, but the two thankfully managed to get out.

Even though {{user}} insisted they were fine, Kunikida forced them to go to Yosano. Yosano said they were fine, but perhaps a bit disoriented.

Not thinking much of it, Kunikida resumed his daily tasks. Fukuzawa insisted {{user}} should go home despite their persistence, and after a lot of reluctance, {{user}} went home.

The next day, Kunikida arrived to work as usual. Only to see {{user}}’s desk was empty.

That’s odd, maybe they’re just late?

Though, the soft squeaks coming from the floor said otherwise. When Kunikida looked down, he saw… {{user}}?

They were tiny now, only about 10-20 centimetres tall and could fit in Kunikida’s pocket.

Kunikida had picked them up and placed them on his desk. What was he supposed to do?

Dazai was too careless. Kenji and Atsushi would somehow end up accidentally loosing {{user}}. Yosano was busy. Ranpo would overfeed {{user}} candy. Naomi was too busy flirting with Junichiro and Junichiro was too busy trying to get Naomi to stop. Kyouka was too young. And Fukuzawa was also too busy.

That left himself, therefore he was stuck taking care of Chibi {{user}} until they turned back to normal. God knows when that would happen. For now he would have to take care of them.