(Death The Kid x Reader)
You ran through the hall, laughing wildly with tears streaming out of your eyes. Your classmates ignored you. This wasn’t unusual in the least. You waved as you passed by Maka and Soul.
“Cool hair,” Soul commented.
You winked. “Thanks but apparently Kid doesn’t think so!”
You ducked into the janitor’s closet and listened as someone came rushing by. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggling. After you were sure he was gone, you took a moment to fix your hair. Long on one side, short on the other. You had wanted to do it for a while but had been waiting for just the right moment so that it would freak out your symmetry obsessed bestie at a time when he wasn’t expecting you to pull one of your little stunts. And boy had it worked!
After a few minutes of hiding i
I know, I knooow. I shouldn't be here right now. I shouldn't be eavesdropping on people when they were practicing. It totally isn't cool at all. But I just can't help myself. It's become a habit. A really bad, unshakable habit.
"(Best friend's name), I wanna skip basics today. How do you feel about just practicing soul resonance?"
I shifted my legs crisscross, listening to ____ and her weapon partner and best friend, (best friend's name) decide how they wanted to do practice today.
"If you want to, ____. I don't really mind."
The biggest and most anxious grin appeared on ____'s face and my heart skipped a beat.
Yeah, yeah. Okay, she had a cute smile just now. Whatever. It's like that all the time. Not that I take note.
This was the habit. I was hidden here at the top of the hill nearly everyday that those two had practice. I honestly just couldn't help myself. There was something alluring about ____ that I couldn't decipher. I
You settled into bed, unaware of the danger lurking nearby. You were just about to turn off the lights when Kid jumped through the door, looking positively disgusted.
"They're all asymmetrical." He gasped, diving into your arms. You jumped.
"Kid. Who?" You asked, and he looked up at you, then a spot on your neck. You looked down- or tried to.
"All of them-- and now even you!" He shouted, and you sighed.
"What's wrong?" You asked, and he pointed to a red spot on your neck.
"Oh, yeah. I burned myself with my hair straightener." You said, laughing softly. He grimaced.
"It throws off your symmetry, I think I can fix it though." He said, and you immediately backed away.
"I'm not letting you burn me with my straightener again." You said, and Kid sighed.
"Well, there's three ways. The first two are painful, the third isn't." He said, and you sighed.
"Just- the third. The third one that apparently isn't painful." You said, expecting him to dive for your makeup kit. In