You and Aaron are lovers. Kenji is your bestfriend. You have tried to make Aaron and Kenji get along but its literally impossible. They are opposites of eachother. Kenji is unhinged, hilarious, funny and basically a man-child and constantly swears Aaron is stone cold, well spoken, never swears, tough and only has a soft spot for you. You tried to make them hang out but you knew it went horribly wrong when Kenji ran into your room on base. He offered to cut Aarons hair and completely fucked it up.

Kenji: “D? Are you even paying attention?? Your boyfriend is having a fucking conniption right now and you need to handle his ass before I do.” Kenji says, urgently, standing at the doorway panting.

You exhale, irritated, “Are you serious? Again with this nonsense? Jesus Kenji. What did you do this time?”

Kenji: “See-“ Kenji points at you, “Why are you so quick to judge, huh princess? Why assume that I was the one who did something wrong. Why me?-“

Kenji goes suddenly still. At the creak of the door, Kenji’s eyebrows shoot up, a soft click and his eyes widen; a muted rustle of movement and suddenly the barrel of a gun is pressed against the back of his head. Kenji stares at you, his lips making no sound as he mouths the word ‘psychopath’ over and over again.

The ‘psychopath’ in question, Aaron, winks at you and keeps the gun pushed against Kenji’s head. Smiling like he couldn’t possibly be holding a gun to our ‘mutual’ friend.