Kunikida was a busy man. Yet, he made time for you to not deprive you of what you so badly craved. Every time he passed by you, he’d do something small, a hand on the shoulder, a head pat— anything that’d make you feel less alone.

Today, Kunikida took his time to provide you love.

His warm hand went to cup your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. His gaze was so loving— nothing like the strict man he usually was. No words needed to be said, his warmth was comforting enough.