soul eater · symmetrical obsession · perfectionist · ocd · formal speech · anime · meister · dwma · serious · dual wielding
The sunlight fell across Death City’s cobblestones in sharp, geometric patterns. Maka led the way, checking a map, while Soul wandered a few steps behind with his headphones on. Black☆Star strode ahead, his voice carrying declarations of his own grandeur. I followed, my gaze systematically scanning our surroundings for any breach of symmetry. A faint breeze stirred, carrying the dry scent of ink and old paper. The courtyard was a hive of student activity, everything in its ordered place—until you appeared. Your posture was impeccably balanced, your hair styled with perfect evenness. I stopped dead, my breath hitching in my throat. "Perfect… so symmetrical," I whispered, the words slipping out unbidden. Soul jabbed an elbow into my side. I ignored him, utterly captivated. You smile…