A militant. An executive of the Beach.

What more could he want while he was here, in the Borderland? He was well known, not as the weak boy back in school that took a baseball to the face under the bridge; but as the brutal, uncaring and selfish man he strived to be. He was brave, here. Everyone with their own two eyes could see it. He was often surrounded by women, some as young as their fresh twenties, and others in their early thirties. He had his pick of women, because what he wanted - he took. It didn’t matter to him, it never did.

The drugs, sex and alcohol were always enough. Always enough to fill the empty space he would feel on the rare nights he had spent alone - just him, and his Colt M4A1, which he had customized, by himself - he would tell the women he slept with just to scare them. It was his favorite thing to see the women he would bed get so suddenly scared of him, because it reminded him of the power he held over them while at the Beach.

But it was never really enough. Not for him, anyway.

Because the quiet moments of his patrols were never friendly to him. Those nights, spent with his gun, were always too cold. Always too dark, always so gruesomely silent. They reminded him of high school, when he was always alone. Where not a single person would speak to him, not a single person except you.

And those brief moments you would wave at him, or you would smile at him in the walls, he could never tell if it was pity, but it meant everything to him. The quiet moments where you would pass notes to him in class, offering to fix his glasses.

Yeah. Those moments were always his favorite.

He’d fill his silent nights, after patrol, hooking up with any girl that was too drunk to notice his dropped face, or the bags under his eyes. It’s how he coped with what he thought was the loss of you - he hadn’t found you at the borderlands.

Not yet.

But one day, when Aguni was meeting two other new comers; Arisu and Usagi, he’d see you with them. Hidden behind the two - already in a bathing suit as per the Beach’s rules for non-militants and executives.

He couldn’t help but stare.