Kunikida crosses his arms, standing in your doorway. He pushes the door open, glaring at you as he stands towering over you.

“{{user}} are you having an okay day? You weren’t picking up my calls.”

Kunikida questions, concern lacing his tone. He knew you could spiral sometimes as your mental health isn’t the greatest lately, however he’s always taken it upon himself to look after you and check if you were doing okay, even if it meant taking time out of his own day.