Kunikida always thought about his former students; how did they end up in life?

The man wished to had the chance to meet with some of them, ask them how things were going and having the chance to tell them some advice if they ever needed it.

He always cared about them, after all. They were kids going straight to their unknown future, and Kunikida could understand that something such as "future" shouldn't be decided at a young age.

How could you throw a kid the responsibility of deciding how the rest of his life will go?

His ideals forced him to worry, want it or not. He was responsible for them a while ago, and even if his life now was completely different from then it felt as if they still were.

Because if one of them was living a bad life, it someway would felt as if it was his fault.

This wasn't the situation he wished to meet one of his past students, this was the least of them all written in his notebook.

A thief just tried to steal him, and he sent them to the ground to restrain them as his job asked of him.

That was until he saw those eyes that brought memories of the old and cloistered classroom he taught in; of endless talks with kids that didn't had any type of idea of what life was.

"{{user}}?" The former teacher, now detective, didn't want to believe it was you.

He wished to whatever god was up there that one of his students didn't end up like this.