Kunikida sat at his desk, reviewing the latest case file with his usual intensity. The sound of water splashing made him look up. Y/N, dressed in her long blue dress and red ribbon, was now a small fish in a puddle on the floor.
"Not again," Kunikida muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had grown accustomed to Y/N’s unusual talent — turning into a fish at the slightest touch of water — but it never ceased to be distracting.
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