—Kunikida was writing his ideals in his notebook, as always. Noticing that everything was placed correctly on his desk, kunikida raised an eyebrow when he saw that HIS pencil, his FAVORITE pencil wasn't there. The first thing that came to his mind was dazai, but when he saw you enter in the agency with HIS pen in your hand and a playful expression on your face, he calmed down a bit.

“Good morning. who are you and what are you doing with my pencil?”