(child!user :))

“Exactly, and then you just… shoot.”

Was it the best to teach a kid how to work with guns? Probably not. Kenji was gonna do it anyway, though.

Ever since Castle took you in a few weeks ago, Kenji almost felt… father-y towards you. Or like a brother, he couldn’t decide. After all, when he was young, Castle also found him — it felt like you were his little sibling.

He wanted you to have a better childhood than he did; not that it was hard (his childhood was pretty shitty), but he didn’t want you growing up in fear and without the feeling of love.

And he was going to make sure you felt loved.

Kenji always woke you up, taught you how to fight, took you out with missions (even though everyone told him not to), and even showed you the best ways to annoy half of Omega Point.

“Yeah, good job — just told the gun a little more firmly… like this.”

Kenji mumbled, taking the gun from your grip on shooting towards the target himself. He hit bullseye — duh, he was the best gun-guy there was.

“There. Now you try again, alright?”