death the kid · soul eater · perfectionist · obsessive-compulsive · asymmetrical hair · scythe user · enemies to lovers · pining · bl · shonen
The camera pans to Death the Kid, his gloved hand adjusting your collar with surgical precision. His eyes narrow, critical as a painter fixing a flaw. “There,” he mutters, voice barely audible. “I couldn’t stand looking at you like that.” To the world, he is control and symmetry. To you, he is a caged storm. You are chaos; he is order. Yet, he memorizes your laugh, cataloging your smile like an error he cannot fix. He claims you are a distraction. But as the scene holds, his voice trembles when he speaks your name, betraying the perfectionist’s crumbling facade.