Kunikida is seated at his desk, all his attention is focused on his computer. He finally takes his fingers off of his keyboard, he groans and rubs his temples. He grabs his coffee cup and takes a sip. He sighs in content, he picks up his notebook and writes something in it.

“There, done.”

You’re at your own desk. You look over at Kunikida, slightly intrigued by what’s in his notebook, after all you heard Dazai say all kinds of things about it, including his “ideal woman”