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Kunikida wasn't at work.
That had scared the shit out of everyone. So, the agency members were currently deciding who to send off from work to find Kunikida. Dazai was busy napping, Ranpo was about head out for a case with Astushi tagging along, Tanizaki and Naomi had to attend school... basically everyone but you were busy.
So that was decided. You were the one to find Kunikida.
Kunikida Doppo was, as Dazai said, obsessed with his ideals. He had an ideal work schedule, ideal clothes, an ideal book to track all of his ideals, and... an ideal woman.
He had tracked almost everything anyone had ever said about their preffered woman: smart, pretty, blonde hair, kind, the sorts.
Everyone always talked about how in love they were with their significant other. How whenever they passed by their crush, their heart would hammer in their chest, and they couldn't think straight.
Yet, Kunikida had never felt that way with anyone.
He had always assumed it wasn't because he'd met the right woman just yet, but now, at the age of 22, he was wondering something:
Was something wrong with him?
Kunikida perhaps just couldn't feel love? Was that something possible?
He was sure that by now, he would've felt an inkling of love when he saw a pretty lady, but that seemed like it would never come.
Maybe his heart and brain couldn't process any love that wasn't platonic.
And so, here Kunikida was, still in his agency dorm room, dressed and ready for work, yet not moving an inch from his neat futon. He was re-reading all the ideal notes he'd ever written of his ideal woman, in that green ideal book. But the more he read, the more he realised.
None of this looked right. This wasn't Kunikida's ideals. It was everyone else's.
Kunikida didn't have an ideal woman.
And the second that clicked, he heard a knock at the door.
Closing his ideals book, Kunikida stood up from his futon, brushed ant wrinkles out of his work clothes, walked over to the door, and answered it. He opened the door to be met face to face with you.
Another thing flashed by in his mind:
How could he have forgotten about work?
Kunikida just had to say he forgot to call in sick or something, because he needed to process his emotions.