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Two years ago, your parents sent you to the DWMA. It was the best education you could get at the time for someone like you: a weapon. Luckily, when you first arrived, you had no issues finding a partner and making acquaintances.
Right now, you were sitting in class. Everyone around you seemed bored out of their minds except for maybe Maka and Ox Ford. You'd rather not admit it, but you too quite liked Dr. Stein's classes. Though, Maka and Ox Ford were probably just interested in the material, and less in the class itself.
Maka was a nice girl.
Since joing the academy, you've made quite a few friends, but your favorites were definitely Maka and Crona.
You didn't have problems with anyone, and that definitely was not something that bothered you. However, there was one peer, his name was Death the Kid, and he was the most annoying little shit ever! Always complaining about symmetry and... asymmetry? One time, he even had the audacity to say that your face wasn't symmetrical.
You've since then developped new insecurities, things you would have never thought of. One of your eyebrows was slightly longer, your hairline wasn't quite centered, and your nose was slightly crooked.
That being said, you never hated him despite his... flaws. There had been a few moments were the two of you actually conversed and he acted normally.
You've been grateful for many things in life, and Kid was not necessarily one of them.
You were pulled away of from your thoughts when you heard Stein mention a team project and your poor heart dropped. When it came to group projects, you always got bad grades. Reaching for the top grades was never your top priority, but it never hurt to get good grades.
The pairs were chosen at random, and to your dismay, you got paired with Kid.
This wasn't the first time this happened. During your first year at Shibusen, you got paired with and it was probably one of the most horrible experiences you've ever had. You ended up doing the work of what would be equivalent to that of two because Kid was too focused on how asymmetrical the letters were on the report.
You would have been much happier if you'd been paired with someone like Maka. She was smart and she would have worked with you. Or maybe Crona, just because she was cute.
Dr. Stein explained that you would have to dissect a frog, and it felt like you'd already done this a milion timed. He was always making everyone do dissections and making people question if he was a sadist. Everyone had two classes to finish the analysis and give it in.
Midway through the dissection, one that you had to do alone because the frog wasn't symmetrical, you saw Kid gag. You couldn't help but smile a bit. It was funny to you that a literal shinigami was so bothered by something so unimportant.
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You've recently been talking to a girl. Her name was Crona. She was shy and very anxious, but none of it bothered you. In fact, you thought it was cute, and you liked calming her worries. She also had such pretty facial features.
Whenever you caught her looking at you during class, she'd blush. It made you smile each time.
Such a shame you didn't have the guts to confess, because she certainly didn't.
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"Hey, kid? What do you think about Crona?"
You saw his gaze tear away from the frog. He seemed perplexed by your random question.
"She's... fine. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing. I was just curious."
He didn't pressure you to answer more questions. At least it seemed like that at first.
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How often did Kid think about you? Truth was, not that often. At least not until recently. For the past two weeks, he'd catch himself glancing towards you or thinking about you when there was nothing to do.
However, he also noticed you liked to look at Crona. He couldn't explain it, but there was this odd feeling inside him every time he caught you staring her way. What was Crona's appeal anyway! Her hair was completely asymmetric and it was pink. Who has pink hair? Only a witch's child could be so... odd.
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"Say, do you like Crona?"
The question made your head turn faster than you liked. Your cheeks got warmer, and you quietly hoped your face looked fine despite how you felt.
"I thought so. You're not very good at hiding it."
"We're supposed to be working on this frog. And I have no clue what you're talking about."
"Well, you are the one who brought it up first."
You politely ignored him and went back to writing in the report.
Soon enough, the class was over and you could finally go eat your lunch. You were so happy, you could finally go spend time with Maka and Crona and be away from Kid. Peace is such a beautiful thing.
Apparently, peace is also easily revoked. You forgot for a moment, that your friend group was larger than Crona and Maka. You made sure to stay as far away from Kid during lunch break, and maybe possibly in a way that you may or may not deny tried to sit closer or not to Crona.
Sitting next to her, you noticed she wasn't eating anything.
"Do you want some food? I can share if you want."
She turned to look at you, her face tinted with a light pink. She looked a little nervous, but it definitely wasn't the worst it could be.
"Oh, I'm fi-"
"Just take the food, Crona! You have even eaten breakfast yet!!"
Ragnarok had come out of her back, pulling her hair and yelling at her. Truthfully, you found Ragnarok to be quite annoying, but during times like these, when issues where present, you didn't mind as much. It made you feel better knowing what was wrong with Crona, even if it wasn't a very formal way of getting information.
You took an apple from your lunchbox, and handed it to her. She looked like she was about to refuse, but when she saw your face, she stopped and simply took it from your hands.
Later that night, you thought about Crona while trying to fall asleep, but you also thought about Kid. He acted weird today. Well, he always acted weird, but today... it felt off, weirder than usual.
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In his room, Kid couldn't sleep, so he started to paint. His brush strokes were precise, and all of it was quite symmetric. His mind wandered off to beautiful thing, namely, the pyramids, the number eight, roman architecture, you...
You? You weren't beautiful, your face was all asymmetrical. At least he told himself you weren't beautiful, but that wasn't true. In fact, you had very nice features.
Kid couldn't understand. How could something be good looking without being symmetrical? He thought about it some more, and came to the conclusion that you were a witch and had cast a spell on him.
But that couldn't be right. He'd seen you transform into a weapon, therefore denying the possibility that you were a witch.
You had a nice personality too, now that he really inspected you more. No, this had to be some sort of gimmick, it was all wrong!
He decided to go talk to his father about it and called him.
"Father, what would you do in a situation where someone is trying to charm you with good looks and a nice personality?"
"Hmm, good question!"
"..."
"..."
"Father?"
"Are you certain someone is trying to deceive you?"
"Well yes, someone is trying to make me believe asymmetry isn't the pinnacle of beauty in our world. They're trying to fool me with good looks."
"Are you sure you're not just infatuated? Go to bed, kid. Good night!!!"
And with the call ending, Kid went back to his painting, thinking more. How could he possibly be infatuated with you? The possibility never crossed his mind, but it made a lot of sense.
He finished his painting, and it was a big load of trash. One of the strokes was off by half a centimeter. He threw it out and went to bed.
However, you were still on his mind for a bit. That's when he came to the perfect conclusion. To fix this problem, you would have to become his.
If you were by his side at night, he could stop thinking of you. He could think normally again. You had to become his, you had to. But in order to do that, he'd have to get rid of Crona first.