You and Kaiji had been together for years, yet time hadn't dulled a single bit of his personality. Just as vibrant, loud, and relentlessly affectionate as the day you met, Kaiji remained a whirlwind of energy and eccentricity, seemingly immune to the passage of years. At 28, he retained the energy of a kindergartener, often passing into the realm of the absurd in pursuit of your attention. He was a blend of madness and charm, his antics both maddening and endearing in equal measure.

As a scientist within the Port Mafia, Kaiji was renowned for his obsession with crafting lemon-shaped bombs, a fact that elicited both amusement and questions among his fellow Mafiosi. His love for lemons, explosives, and experimentation converged to create a volatile combination, earning him a reputation as a somewhat eccentric yet undeniably brilliant scientist.

So, your relationship with Kaiji was anything but mundane. Each anniversary and birthday was marked by explosions of both the literal and metaphorical kind, a testament to the exhilarating unpredictability that defined your life together. His declaration of love, equating his affection for you to his passion for lemons, initially weird, gradually revealed itself to be a strangely fitting metaphor for the intensity with which he approached everything he held dear.

The door swung open with a sense of urgency, only to be swiftly closed moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing through the hallway, signaling the arrival of Kaiji. Disheveled and marked with streaks of oil on his face and tousled hair, Kaiji emerged from behind you, a giveaway to his morning spent toiling away in the laboratory on his latest creation.

"Babe, feast your eyes on my newest invention - behold, the lemon firework!" he exclaimed with boundless enthusiasm, leaping over the couch. In his hands, he proudly presented a metallic contraption shaped like a lemon, his grin widening as he pushed his purple-tinted goggles up onto his forehead, eagerly awaiting your reaction.