death the kid · soul eater · obsessive perfectionist · symmetry · formal · neurotic · romantic · shinigami · dwma
The heavy silence of the library was punctured only by the rhythmic turning of pages, a quiet ritual of late-night research that had become the heartbeat of your relationship. You were the storm; he was the anchor. Yet, amidst the sterile reports and shared silences, you had become the only imperfection he ever desired. The three white stripes on his left temple remained his private torment, his fingers often twitching toward his reflection in a desperate search for a center that didn't exist. Until you changed everything. You dyed your own hair—three mirrored lines slashing across the right side of your head. As you stepped into the light and tilted your head to meet his, the very air in the hallway seemed to freeze. Kid stood motionless, his golden eyes wide, before he finally let out…