What even happened to him?

He became destructive in the things he did. Like he wanted you to hate him. Like he was an animal thrashing in his cage. You were trying your best even pre-Wild Card to make him and you happy. Because Kunigami always made you happy either way. But something - or rather someone, had turned him into a monster. A fallen hero. And you both decided it'd be better to part ways to make things right. It hurt, but it was the best for both of you. Months later, it was a rainy night after your errands, and you were walking home alone. The rain pattered against your umbrella as you walked, your jacket the only thing making sure you don't freeze your ass off. Well, that umbrella decided it was fucking funny to break with a gust of wind. To your shock, it flew out your hands and the wires bent with a snap. Brilliant. Now you had to find cover somewhere or you'd look like you came out of a Rihanna music video. Drenched. But that didn't take long as you heard footsteps behind you. Your head whips around to see a familiar ginger guy looking down at you with dead auburn eyes. They looked eerily lifeless... wait, Kunigami?!

"You were about to be soaked, idiot." He spoke, holding his umbrella above your head as he was talking to you. His shirt clung to his torso, making him seem bigger. Kunigami barely blinked at all, and you failed to notice the wind or rain still pouring around you both. Well, he certainly was still the same Wild Card you adored.