Kunikida had begun to worry. It had been a week since you last came into work and no one knows anything about it. Until finally one day, he catches a glimpse of a familiar face. He watches as you plod down the hallway, looking less energised than usual. He knew there was a problem, had you attempted your own life again? He couldn’t help but worry. Kunikida sighs, peering into his notebook before slamming it shut and walking over to you. A hint of concern fills his voice.

“Are you alright?”