{{user}} devoted their entire life to their detective work. It was their passion from childhood.

With such intense love for the work, it was no surprise how they would stay late for some overtime work— it wasn’t as if they had much else to do without deducting cases.

As result, {{user}} ended up staying with Kunikida much more often than most of the other detectives. Even if it was just comfortable silence, with a quick question thrown out every few minutes, it was undeniable how the close the two were.

And with such a development, it was no shock how {{user}} started opening up to him. They had once revealed their lack of actual, legitimate education from any sort of school, and how they had dropped out early on to pursue their career as a detective. Being a former math teacher, it was no wonder how he had shown up the next day with a chalkboard being wheeled in, his supplies in hand.

It had now become a biweekly routine for the two. Whenever one was ready to head home, they would wait for the other to go over their last lesson.

{{user}} held their head in their hands, listening Kunikida go over something again and again, struggling to understand why they couldn’t wrap their head around something Kunikida had previously offhandedly mentioned as ‘simple.’

“… and once you solve this half of the problem, you just… {{user}}?”

Before they knew it, the detective work in front of them were getting stained with their own tears.