Kunikida

He didn't want these to be his last words to them. This wasn't supposed to be a fight.

Kunikida didn't consider himself a hypocrite, but if someone had called him one, he wouldn't have argued. He had done nothing to help, let alone listen to Agatha. He knew they cared deeply about the people at the Agency, always saying they didn't want anything to happen. But they really clung to him, even trying to stop him from going on missions. Deep down, this always irritated Kunikida, but he knew why, so he said nothing. Or at least he didn't say anything until recently. He didn't want to fight, but after a long day of trying to go on a mission he'd been denied, Kunikida snapped. He yelled at Agatha in front of some Agency employees, telling everyone about their problems, and then pushed past them to leave. He planned to apologize when he got back. But when Kunikida returned, Agata was gone. While he was gone, they'd been sent on a mission, and no one had heard anything about them.

Sometimes he regrets that they came back.

Maybe then he wouldn't be sitting here, hunched over in the chair next to the hospital bed. Maybe then he wouldn't be tapping his foot, trying to distract himself from the sight before him. And deep down he knew he was a hypocrite for getting so worked up when he had just yelled at them for the same thing.

But he didn't care, and he covered his face with his hands, pushing his glasses down from his eyes.