✥ O b s e s s i o n ✥ Death the Kid [2/3]

“ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴋ”

You realized pretty quickly that you didn’t know anything about Death the Kid. It turned out not many people did.

What he had was a sickness; albeit something that could be overcome, but crippling nonetheless. It was difficult at first, you had to admit. As much as you loved him for all his perfections and imperfections, there were times you wanted to throw in the towel.

People laughed at him often times when he started to hyperventilate while in a room full of asymmetrical items. You used to be one of them. When he was with his partners, Patty and Liz, he sometimes began to panic upon remembering a detail about his house’s arrangement that disturbed him. They ignored him.

You were the only one that would always be there for him.

Kid was surprised the first time you came into his house, and saw him crouched in the corner in a fetal position. He was shaking all over, and your heart sank at the sight of it.

“Kid...it’s okay. It’s me.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him. He looked up with almost child-like innocence. “____...” Cool fingers locked around yours, trying to seek the comfort he so desperately needed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. His golden eyes traced over you, towards something behind you. Turning around, you could see his hand pointing at the mantlepiece above the fireplace. “The candles--- they’re not in the middle.” He explained, and you understood.

Of course you would, Kid thought with a sigh of relief, watching you fix the offending objects. He reached out, eclipsing you in his warmth.

He smiled, and all was wonderful again.

“I’m thankful for you.”