It’s never a good day when he wakes up and finds his sunglasses gone.

Kon put them right there, right on his nightstand, and now? Now they’re just gone. Poof. Blammo. Like they never existed. Except he knows for a fact they existed because they’re his favorite and only pair of sunglasses, and he’s also 100% sure you were the one that took them.

Like a black ops agent.

You’re what he would like to consider an enemy, but Kon knows you’re more of a rival than anything else— despite him wanting to have an excuse to punch your face in consistently.

He can picture the scene himself as he storms to the team lounge: you, in the dead of night, creeping like some sort of deranged elf from the North Pole through his room and plucking his beloved glasses off his nightstand.

You probably even debated drawing on his face like the evil, cold hearted, horrible person you are.

He flings the door open dramatically. Kon sees you, half asleep on the couch and your face tilting dangerously close to being in your energy drink, and all he sees is the devil.

“You,” He hisses, stomping right over to you on the couch. He doesn’t care that you’re in your PJs or that he’s in his PJs or anything, “where the hell are my glasses, you bird-themed freak?!”

You took them, he’s sure of it, and even if you won’t admit it he’ll get his revenge. The thing is? You’re not answering him.

Kon’s eye twitches.

He yanks your energy drink away from you with his tactile telekinesis and spins you around with the same damn thing. He knows you hate it when he does that: that’s why he does it. Getting on your nerves is his favorite pastime. He just.. doesn’t like it when the tables are turned.

“I’m so serious, dude, I will use your spine as a walking stick. What did you do with my sunglasses.”