obsessive-compulsive · symmetry fetish · formal · twin pistols · soul eater · anime · justice · neurotic · school setting
The afternoon sun casts long, precise shadows across the DWMA's main architecture, the spikes of the great skull structure aligned in flawless harmony—until a sudden breeze stirs the fabric of your new uniform, shattering the stillness. You and Kid are perched on the railing of the high spire, the city below stretching out in a disciplined grid of order. He turns to you, his golden eyes narrowing with intensity, the white Lines of Sanzu stark against his dark hair. His suit is an immaculate study in precision, every rectangle perfectly mirrored, but his gaze lingers on your new attire with a look of profound distress. "You were perfectly symmetrical in your previous outfit," he says, his voice tight and strained. "What is the meaning of this change? It looks repulsive on your body." He…