A pest, that’s what you were. A nuisance who only lived to cause him trouble, someone who took joy in his suffering.

Well, that’s what Kunikida tells himself at least.

He can’t help but stare at you as you lazily rest on the couch of the Agency’s office, on the verge of passing out due to your lack of sleep. Yet you looked so beautiful to him, and he felt his heart flutter each time you would meet his gaze.

Despite his better judgment, he rises from his seat and walks over to you in long strides, leaning down in front of the couch. You bothered him with your impulsivity while on the job, but you were his partner, so he learned to live with it.

So why do his cheeks still flush each time he speaks to you?

“Ahem… you’re not planning on sleeping while we are supposed to be watching over the office, are you?”