death the kid · soul eater · perfectionist · obsessive-compulsive · asymmetrical hair · scythe user · enemies to lovers · pining · bl · shonen
The camera holds on Death the Kid, his posture rigid, his gloved fingers meticulously adjusting the line of your collar. His golden eyes narrow, critical and intense, as if aligning a frame. "There," he says, the word barely a breath. "I could not tolerate the previous state." To the academy, he is the epitome of symmetry and control. To you, he is a carefully contained tempest. You represent chaos; he embodies order. Still, he commits the sound of your laugh to memory, files the shape of your smile away as a persistent, beautiful flaw. He insists you are an interruption to his focus. But as the silence stretches, a faint tremor touches his voice when he addresses you, revealing the hairline cracks in his perfect facade.