Maka and Kidd were best friends.

Neither of them could tell you when it happened—it just did. They both sat out during basketball, they both spent lunches in the library; frankly, it was a surprise it hadn't happened sooner.

It'd been two years since the defeat of Asura, and two weeks since Kidd had returned from some super-special Shinigami training.

The first thing she noticed when he entered first period that day was that his hair was longer.

Not by much, mind you—an inch and a half, perhaps two inches at most.

But it was enough.

When he took his assigned seat below her, her fingers reached down and entwined themselves in the new territory.

It was soft, and she let herself comb through it for quite a while.

He leaned into her touch.

While Stein lectured on about different modes weapons could have, she raked her fingernails down his part and held a chunk of hair in her hand.

She separated the lock into three sections, and began to loop them over each other.

It wasn't long before there was a decently-sized braid that fell against his temple.

Maka felt him stiffen upon feeling it—frowning, she went to do the other side in order to satiate his OCD.

She wasn't able to before the bell rang.

Kidd quickly packed up his things and left (she didn't blame him—his next class was all the way across campus) and she grudgingly accepted the fact that he'd take it out and she'd have to start over after school.

Lunch was quiet; Kidd had been called to the Death Room right before it began.

The next two classes blurred by, and before she knew it, school was over.

She shrugged her backpack off and dropped it by the bench. She could see Soul and Black*Star making their way to the court.

The book she'd checked out during lunch was itching to be read, and so she did just that: plopping down on the wooden seat, she pulled it out of her bag and opened it.

"You haven't read that yet?"

She jumped a little, before craning her neck around to glare at Kidd for sneaking up on her.

"You shouldn't do that."

He chuckled, dragging his hand along the back of the bench as he walked around it to sit down next to her.

Her eyebrows raised and her head tilted quizzically, and she pointed to his head.

"Why did you keep that braid in?"

His face pinked and he suddenly found the basketball hoop very interesting. Scratching his nose, he stammered out an excuse:

"Well, it seemed like you put a lot of work into it. Plus, my hair's already…asymmetrical…" He winced at the last bit.

"You shouldn't lie to people, you know." The corners of her mouth turned upwards.

"Yeah, yeah…just…do the other side, would you?"

Just a little drabble while I work on some multi-chapter KiMa's to keep you all satiated, and to keep the KiMa section fresh.