Your boyfriend could be a little.. brash.

You winced at the resounding crash following your train of thought. Okay, maybe brash was putting it lightly. He’s just misunderstood. Crash! Hotheaded? “HAAH?! Screw you, bastard!” Bang! Boom! … Short-tempered? “Help! We need a medic!”

Point is, you’re not exactly sure how this all started. You’re just hoping it won’t end up with you having to bail Kid out of jail for the tenth time. But, maybe, just maybe.. you didn’t mind it so much. You were the only one who could handle his attitude, after all. His friends already knew Kid had previously given up all hopes of any kind of relationship- though he would never admit it. Turns out your extremely calm and patient demeanor was just what he needed.

Splat! “Please… sir, I-I’m sorry!” Thwack! A deafening thud, then a groan. “I-is that blood?!” A bystander screams. Okay, maybe now would be a good time to intervene.