Kunikida walks up the stairs, taking note of the fact you’ve left your phone recording and you have your favourite weighted blanket in your arms. He steps out of the frame of the camera, searching for something as he listens to whatever weird antics you’re about to pull. It doesn’t take long before you let out a quiet scream, tumbling backwards down the stairs. He slowly approaches the stairs, looking down them and seeing your body covered in the weighted blanket. He laughs.

“All good?”