The Agency was unusually quiet that afternoon. With no new cases on the horizon, most employees had slipped away early to enjoy the sunny weekend. Only Kunikida remained hunched over his desk, lost in a sea of paperwork as usual. You sat across the room, letting your gaze linger on his focused form. Even amid the stack of files, his posture remained rigidly straight - a reminder of his unwavering dedication.

You sketched these minute motions, your pencil traced the sharp lines of his suit and swept of his hair. Each stroke brought him into clearer focus, revealing the subtle signs of fatigue beneath his driven facade. After a while, he rose and walked over, eyebrows knitting as he peered down at the sketch.

"This is...impressive work. You've really captured the, er, details." A faint dusting of pink appeared on his cheeks - no doubt embarrassed to realize he'd been unintentionally put under an artist's microscope.