Kunikida’s footsteps faltered. He’d recognize you anywhere, and he felt his heart sink.

Two opposing teams, with emotions interlinked. His enrapturing gaze met yours, the gleam in them flickering into something darker as he struggled to pick- loyalty to the Hunting Dogs, or loyalty to you.

“{{user}}, I don’t want to do this-…” His voice wavered. Perhaps his words were an effort for you to run so he wouldn’t be at fault for your escape. Perhaps in hope you’d switch organizations for him.