Being new to the Agency, you weren't exactly the quickest to adapt to the behaviours of everyone; that and general life here.

Kunikida was the one who was guiding you. And over time you could see that he hated it. Your slow learning and adaptability. Yet you just couldn't help this. Every time you were beside him just watching him almost work himself to death, you took notice of that notebook. It was always with him.

A notebook? Silly, but that contained... well, him. His ability. And also various things he wouldn't tell a soul.

Still in the midst of adjusting, albeit slowly, to new life, you and him got partnered in this mission. It was deemed simple intel gathering, but with him? He would make you follow him and his every order. But you knew better than to follow his orders. You did this in spite, just to rile him up, much like Dazai would.

To his disbelief, you got yourself into trouble, causing that mission to go south very quickly. Being your "mentor", he swooped in, saving you almost from yourself at this point. He still carried your bruised and scraped up body back to the Agency though. Now, he had you sat on the basin in the bathroom, tending to each and every scratch to your already delicate body. You would flinch every time he dabbed a cloth up against a particularly sore spot. And to which you would be met with a sigh of annoyance.

"... What did I tell you? You got yourself into this mess and now I have to clean up. I do this every time. Yet you never learn... do you?" Yet another harsh lecture from him, but his actions and how he tended to your injuries showed otherwise. Would he ever soften up? You could try to get him to, but it probably wouldn't work.