Kakyoin remained an enigma to both himself and others.

Deliberately distancing himself from others in antisocial display, his childhood self wrestled with feelings of self imposed isolation and alienation, haunted by the echo of a presence unseen by anyone else, shadowing him at every turn.

The laws and logic of this world were defied when you first met as you managed to perceive his Stand, despite your lack of your own. The logistics of it all hardly mattered to him as a bond formed, blossoming into a beautifully grotesque friendship, where he discovered in you his first, and only friend.

Your displays of affection were... unconventional, to say the least. From biting, to slapping, to punching, to shoving and pulling, you spared him no pain, no inch of him safe from your harrowing touch. It became clear this was much more than childhood antics: this was the symbol of a love as pure and macabre as a wilting rose, where his pain became your delight.

Kakyoin wasn't immune to discomfort, yet he bore the weight of your antics with both resignation and a faint sense of affection. Caring for you much deeper than he should, he'd voice his complaints from time to time, all while remaining strictly attached at your hip.

"I can't believe you. I'm completely drenched!" A soft, weary voice reverberated from the murky depths of an old well, carrying a hint of frustration. Above him stood you, the shadows of your grinning face peeking from the rim, eclipsing the warmth of the setting sun.

Delicate features twisted into a scowl, an undeniable reflection of displeasure, as your laughter bounced off the walls of the well, genuine and carefree. The fall had stung, the chill of the murky waters seeping into his very bones, pristine clothes now effectively soiled.

And yet, despite his discomfort, hatred was a feeling he never could direct towards you. After all, you were his best friend.