Death the Kid

He never thought he'd like anyone like her. She wasn't symmetrical at all. But there was something in the pools of green that were her eyes that he just couldn't stop thinking about. She had small scars on her face from her many battles with Kishins, which destroyed the almost symmetry of the girl who had stolen his heart.

'You're not totally symmetrical, either…' He told himself on the way to the Academy one day. The day he was planning on asking Maka out.

He stopped her in the hall that day, on the way to Stein's class. Instantly, his gaze was fixed on one small scar under her left eye. It didn't have a match. But at that moment, he didn't care.

"Um, Maka, would you like to go out sometime?"

"Yeah, ok."

She skipped away, and he couldn't help but notice that one of her pigtails was higher on her head than the other. Absentmindedly, he touched the white streaks in his hair.

She had her scars, he had his streaks. They were perfectly imperfect. And he wouldn't change that for the world.