The Art of Symmetry | Death the Kid x Reader {1/2}

    It was your first day attending the D.W.M.A and you were already running late to class. The long, maze-like hallways confused you. Every time you thought you were going the right way you ended up even farther than you were before to your destination. Breaking into a sprint, you rushed around the hallways hoping that you wouldn’t end up being too late.

    
    Finally! You finally found the classroom! Rushing inside, you noticed that the professor was already deep in discussion of a topic you didn’t bother listening more about. Everyone’s attention snapped towards you causing you to break into a cold sweat. That was expected for being late but you didn’t think there would be that many students…

    
    “I presume you are Ms. (L/N),” the professor said, seemingly annoyed that you disrupted his lecture. You gulped. With the stitches covering his face and the metal screws sticking out of his head, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to anger.

    
    “Y-yeah,” you stuttered foolishly.

    
    “I’m Professor Stein. It’s your first day here so I’ll excuse your tardiness just this once. But if you arrive late to my class again, I’ll dissect you,” he said, an insane glint flashing in his eyes. You laughed a little, assuming that he was kidding. But after his face remained serious and none of the other students laughed along, your smile was replaced by a look of fear. He was kidding… right?

    
    “You’ll be sitting in the third row next to Maka and Kid.”

    
    You looked over to where he was pointing and you saw an empty seat next to a preppy blonde hair girl and a guy dressed in black with three weird white stripes in his hair. The girl waved to you as you made your way up the aisles and took a seat next to her.

    
    “I’m Maka Albarn,” she said as she extended a hand out to you. You shook it and replied, “Nice to meet you. I’m (F/N) (L/N).”

    
    “The guy asleep next to me is my weapon, Soul.” Maka turned to him and grabbed her book. She raised it and hit him hard on the head with it. “Maka CHOP!” she called as she hit him.

    
    “Gah!” he yelled as he awoke from his slumber, clutching his head in pain. “Why’d you hit me now, Maka?!”

    
    “You shouldn’t be sleeping during class! Plus, there’s a new student. Don’t be rude and sleep through the introductions.”

    
    You couldn’t help but chuckle at their bickering. You hoped that when you found your weapon you’d have a relationship like that with them.

    
    “So fresh meat, huh?” Soul said as he turned to you. “I’m Soul, the coolest guy around.”

    
    Sureeeee, you thought to yourself. Before you could reply, someone from behind you launched themselves over the row and landed in a crouch on top of your desk.

    
    “I’m Black*Star! I’m the biggest star ever! A puny person like you could never defeat me!” he exclaimed.

    
    So, you thought, even more egotistical than Soul. Good to know.

    
    “Black*Star! That’s very rude. You should be nice to her, she’s new here,” a new voice said. You looked behind you to see sweet looking black haired girl. “My name’s Tsubaki. I’m sorry about Black*Star, he can be a little over the top.”

    
    A little?

    
    “Nice to meet you, Tsubaki. And it’s alright,” you said, smiling back at her.

    
    “Hi hi!” another voice exclaimed from the other side of the guy who sat next to you. “I’m Patty! It’s totally awesome that we have another student! I’m so happy that there’s a new friend!”

    
    Before you could reply, another person who sat next to Patty spoke.

    
    “I’m Liz, Patty’s older sis. I so love your hair, it’s totally cute,” she said.

    
    You self-consciously looked down at your (H/L) (H/C) hair. Once again, before you could reply someone else spoke. This time, it was the guy who sat next to you.

    
    “Her hair is a monstrosity,” he said. “Just look at it! One side is shorter than the other. And just look at your clothes! Your outfit doesn’t even match. How disgraceful, you lack all symmetry.”

    
    You weren’t going to just let someone you didn’t even know rant on how you were disgraceful over something as silly as symmetry! Mostly everyone else had been welcoming but he was just rude, even worse than Black*Star.

    
    “Really? You shouldn’t be going on about symmetry when you have those three white stripes on only one side of your hair,” you retorted.

    
    “Oh, no,” Liz said.

    
    You didn’t understand what you did until Kid slammed his head against his desk and muttered, “The disgrace to symmetry is right! I’m so unsymmetrical! I’m just unsymmetrical garbage. Garbage I say! I’m a disgrace to my father!”

    
    “No, you’re not, Kid! You’re not garbage and you’re not a disgrace,” Liz told him.

    
    “Yeah! Lord Death loves you even if you aren’t symmetrical,” Patty agreed.

    
    Your eyes grew wide. He was Lord Death’s son? Oh, no. You just upset Lord Death’s son. What did that mean for you…? Thankfully, Liz and Patty’s words seemed to have made Kid feel better. He brought his head back up and nodded.

    
    “You’re right,” he said before turning to you. “I’m Kid.”

    
    “I’m (F/N),” you replied shakily.

    
    “When class is over I’ll teach you about the art of symmetry. It might take a while but I’ll make sure you’ll be knowledgeable about it. Just think of it as a welcoming present.”

    
    “S-sure,” you stuttered. You’d agree on anything just so that you wouldn’t get in trouble for upsetting him. Little did you know that it would be a long day learning about symmetry with Death the Kid.