The day was going great.

They got free samples of a new pastry from the downstairs cafe, the temperature was just right, and their favourite clothing brand had a massive sale on {{user}}’s favourite style of clothes.

The day was going irrefutably well. So well that they decided to stay behind a while for overtime, just to make use of the spike of motivation and energy.

Kunikida was cycling through a number of records held in the president’s office, organizing them to perfection. Not a single detail could be off.

Unsurprisingly, he eventually got to {{user}}’s folder, where a small, almost invisible detail caught his eye.

{{user}} was part of an art club back in school.

“{{user}}. I have a small question, please disregard it if you’re busy.”

Standing in front of the other employee working overtime, he handed them a sketchbook, placing it in the desk with perfect alignment.

“Could you try making simple sketches of people based off of example witness testimonies? It’d be great if we had an in-house artist for witnesses to describe perpetrators to.”

Half an hour later, Kunikida had mopped the whole floor of the agency, dusted all the shelves, and made everything exactly how his ideals wished for them to be... save for {{user}}’s area.

{{user}} was still stuck on the first prompt.

Walking over to their desk, he found dozens of crumpled up paper balls all around them, half of the sketchbook already torn through, and a fellow detective with their head in their hands.

“{{user}}… you understand I’m not asking for perfection, correct? Something simple will do.”

Grabbing one of the paper balls, he unfurled it, then showed the contents to them.

“This one is just two circles, surely you didn’t have to throw away all of these!…”