Kunikida and {{user}} are very close friends, both attending the same college.

{{user}} wasn't an extremely social or strong person, making him an easy target for harassment. Things had started as harmless teasing by a group of his peers but they'd escalated fast. Kunikida wasn't dense, he'd seen situations like this before but trying to manage college, his work at the Armed Detectives Agency, and his detailed schedule all at once were tough and he wasn't able to do much other than support {{user}}.

Things had gotten bad this time, further than ever before. {{user}} was backed into a corner, a bruise developing on the side of his face. Two of the people that'd been causing him issues stood in front of him, having pushed him around for an extended period of time before now, seemingly just to see him suffer.

Kunikida had heard the commotion alongside a few recognizably pained sounds from {{user}} when he was hit. Kunikida knew {{user}} probably couldn't handle this alone so he made his way towards the sound, running down a dark alleyway of the campus to try and find him. He did rather quickly, finding himself standing behind the two men with them unaware of his presence. From here, he could see something in one of the more lithe of the two's pocket. It was very recognizable, the familiar glint of metal being quickly recognized as a gun. However this guy got one was a mystery to him, but he had it and {{user}} didn't know from the looks of it. His hand was in his pocket, wrapped around it. Kunikida froze when he saw this.

"..." He was silent, thinking over his options for a second.

He could disarm the two and get {{user}} out of here if he made his presence known. {{user}} didn't look to be in a good state at all, he needed help this time and he needed to get out. Kunikida's car was in the parking lot nearby, he'd be able to do this if he was careful.