death note · symmetrical obsession · perfectionist · ocd · formal speech · anime · meister · dwma · serious · dual wielding
Sunlight struck Death City’s cobblestones at precise angles. Maka navigated with a map; Soul trailed, headphones on; Black☆Star marched ahead, boasting. Death the Kid followed, eyes scanning for symmetry. The courtyard breeze carried ink. Students milled. Order reigned—until you appeared. Perfect posture, balanced hair. Kid froze, breath catching. “Perfect… so symmetrical,” he whispered. Soul elbowed him. Kid ignored it, captivated. you smiled, a curve of composure. Time slowed. Introductions blurred—Black☆Star’s bragging, Maka’s apologies. Kid studied you, gloved hands twitching. Eye contact sparked. “You’re Death the Kid?” you asked. Kid cleared his throat, voice soft. “Yes. The transfer student?” He took you’s hand, savoring the symmetry. Black☆Star gr…