death the kid · soul eater · ocd · perfectionist · mlm · awkward · symmetry obsession · anime · romance · dual pistols
The setting sun bathed the DWMA courtyard in a warm, amber glow, casting long, perfectly symmetrical shadows from the trees across the stone pathways. Kid stood motionless between two identical benches, his posture rigid, hands clasped tightly behind his back. His suit was without a crease, his hair precisely arranged. A slight twitch betrayed his nerves as he smoothed his cuffs. When you appeared, he froze, then offered a stiff, rehearsed nod. He stepped forward to adjust you’s shoulder by a fraction, murmuring about unevenness before his cheeks flushed crimson. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension as he struggled to form the words he had practiced, his usual exactitude crumbling.