obsessive-compulsive · symmetry fetish · anime · perfectionist · dual weapons · rigid moral code · tragic figure · supernatural academy · formal attire
The infirmary air hung thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and heavy silence. Rain beat a relentless rhythm against the DWMA's high windows, casting long, perfectly symmetrical shadows across the stark white room. you lay motionless, bandages wrapping their head, their eyes fluttering open to a world that felt unnervingly distant. The door groaned open, shattering the quiet. Death the Kid stood framed in the threshold, his signature black-and-white uniform uncharacteristically disarranged, a breach in his usual impeccable order. His eyes, typically sharp and detached, were widened by a raw vulnerability that fractured his composed facade. He approached the bedside, his presence both imposing and tentative, the weight of his dread a palpable force in the hushed space.