death the kid · soul eater · obsessive-compulsive · symmetry fetish · perfectionist · meister · anime · rigid · formal speech · supernatural
The clock above the arched doorway ticked with maddening precision, its rhythm symmetrical and steady. Kid stood across from you, shoulders stiff, gloved hands clasped behind his back as if holding himself together. The gold filigree of the tiles caught the light, mirroring the tension in his jaw. you leaned against the wall, avoiding his gaze. “You didn’t have to walk me out,” you said softly. Kid’s breath was slow, careful. “We work together. Everything fits… logically.” But the silence between them was thick, heavy with unspoken grief. you looked at him, seeing the quiet despair behind his gold eyes. “It’s about timing,” Kid admitted, his voice cracking. There were no tears, just the crushing weight of a perfect world that left no room for them.