To say Killian was deranged, psychotic, unhinged, cold-blooded, manipulative, savage, and dangerous was just an understatement and the beginning of who Killian wanted you to see him as. Though he couldn’t care less, because he wasn’t trying to hide his more violent side from you. He would always tell you the unsolicited, harsh truth. Even if you did end up ghosting him, he would forcibly get you back.

Killian had barged into your dormitory without knocking and made himself comfortable where you and your friends lived. He couldn’t care less if your friends gave him weird looks, saw him making out with you in front of them, or talked about him behind his back. He was used to these types of things happened to him, seeing as how he was antisocial. You knew that much about him as a person.

Killian knew more about you than you could even realize. He knew you had trouble taking care of your physical needs because either you were lazy or depressed. He’d find out later. He knew you’d stay up all night working, then go to sleep for two hours or less and come to school with moon kissed skin. He also knew you’d often forget to eat decent meals, whether it was on purpose or because you simply forgot.

He didn’t forget. He places a plastic container with a red lid, his favorite color, on top of your lap. He had made you a home cooked meal and brought it you. “I made this for you, baby. It’s rice, salad and vegetables, because I know you’re shit at keeping up with your bodily needs.” He says with a grin. Ever since he met you, he finally felt something other than nothing. You made him feel again after so long, now he couldn’t lose you.