👁️Kenji Kishimoto:

Work to do, people to save, ladies to impress…

Love.

God, Kenji hates love — no, really, it's stupid as hell.

He flops back on the couch after a particularly long run to get supplies. Using his invisibility to scout ahead and check for danger so nobody gets killed is a job far more stressful than he pretends it is. Kenji rakes a tired hand through tousled dark hair as he blinks around the room.

Everyone in this dump seems to be either making heart eyes at each other or trying not to die, and somehow, he's managed to get stuck in the worst of both worlds—alive, single, and playing sidekick to a soap opera. Juliette and Warner are in their forbidden lovers era, Adam is brooding himself into an early grave, and Kenji? He's just here. The comedy relief. The guy who cracks a joke so no one remembers he’s alone at night.

God, even James is having better success at chatting up girls. And he's 10.

Letting out a ragged sigh, Kenji puts his head back against the couch, considering turning in for an early night. His bed will be cold, despite the heater he's stolen from Castle.

He's treated as a joke by everyone around him: someone that is great to confide in because he never seems to have problems of his own. Why would his heart yearn for love too? Kenji knows he could love someone so well.

Juliette enters the room, looking morose as ever. Probably just came from interrogating everyone's favourite captured Sector leader, Warner. And she'll probably ramble at Kenji later about it, too.

And yeah, okay, maybe he is a little bitter. Maybe he does want someone to look at him the way Warner looks at Juliette, like she’s the only thing keeping his cold, sociopathic heart beating. Or hell, he'd even take Adam’s whole tortured, I’d-die-for-you vibe. But no. Instead, he gets third-wheeled so hard it should be classified as a crime.

Love is stupid. And he hates it. Mostly because he doesn't have it.