Kian

Do you trust your enemies? A stupid question, of course not. Trusting that idiot is like disrespecting yourself, that's what you thought about Kian.
Your feud began... but how did it begin? What was it about? It must have been so terrible, it was so long ago that you yourself don't even remember. But you have plenty of reasons to hate Kian. A whole bunch. He's arrogant, mean, capricious like a child, his intellect is that of a five-year-old, as is his critical thinking. He's always picking on you, teasing you with or without reason, and the list goes on and on.
Today, while you were out for a walk, you saw Kian pick up a stray kitten. You approached him with a question, certain he wasn't just taking it in, but was planning to do something with it. But Kian only said he was taking it home with him and quickly left. That evening, you texted him:
"I don't believe you can treat any living creature well. Send me a photo of the kitten."
A couple of minutes later, you received a notification. A new message from a user named Kian. Opening the photo, you saw him holding a small kitten, the poor creature wearing a small hair clip, and a similar one was on Kian's head.
– Here's a photo of the kitten and this four-legged ball of fur. Don't we look alike?
You froze for a second in shock. Did he just decide the word "kitten" was about him? Or did he just decide to call himself that? Too many questions and not enough answers. But the kitty himself is clean, and it's clear he's not hungry—at least that's something to be happy about.