Kid x Reader - Red against Black

      "I'm so sorry!"  You were trying to paint posters for a meister competition at your school, the D.W.M.A.  Shinigami-sama himself had asked you to design them.  

      You knew that you would get help, but weren't sure who it was.  You had been walking to the under-used gym with a couple of small paint cans when, of course, you tripped.  The cans spilt all over someone standing in front of you.  Awkward.

      The red paint splashed diagonally across his chest, and what looked to be on his face as well.

      He didn't get up, even when you lightly kicked his side.  Then you saw a tall girl and a short girl running toward him.

      The taller one started to freak out when she saw the paint.  The short one simply laughed, and convinced her comrade to take the odd boy somewhere.

      You did nothing to stop them.  Going on your way with all but now of the paint cans, you soon arrived at your destination.

      The decoration and painting was fun; the isolation was not.  After working without a break for a couple of hours, you decide to quickly get lunch, and then go back to the large, empty gymnasium.

      That is, it was empty, (void you) until a couple of minutes passed upon your return - eight, to be exact.

      "Hello.  My name is Death the Kid.  My father sent me to assist you with school spirit activities." <Hehe.  Spirit.> You look up to see the odd boy from earlier while calling out your name.

      "[y/n].  Nice to meet you -"  You cut off when you saw that he had actually changed his clothes into an identical outfit.  You offered him a small, half smile, getting a half scowl from the odd boy.

      "So what, exactly, are we supposed to do?"  His golden, ringed eyes seemed to look straight though you.

      "Painting posters.  There should be some stuff you can use over there -"  You gestured behind yourself, not being very specific.  Mainly, because there was a mess of paintbrushes, glitter, tissue paper and poster board strewn everywhere across half the gym.

      Kid let out a sort of 'Tch' sound and disappeared out of your field of vision.  You went back to work, softly humming to yourself, before murmuring the words under your breath.  It was 'Masculine Devil', the song Aoba fell asleep to in the anime you were currently obsessed with currently.

      Best twelve episodes ever,.  Next you knew, Kid was talking to you, snapping you back to reality.  One of your friend's mom had told you once, that there was an art yo losing yourself, and you could not agree with her more.  Kid was still trying to get your attention though.

      "Is that from Dramatical Murder?"  He asked.  You probably had a very shocked look.

      "Yeah, how'd you know?"  He looked very happy when you asked.

      "Because of the symmetry!  Dmmd is full of it!  Except for Clear, and Koujaku, and Noiz, and that THING that is Mizuki.  Mink and Aoba are absolutely perfect though.  If only Clear hadn't taken his mask off.  Oh!  I just love Virus and Trip, don't you?  And how could one forget Clear's friends.  They are perfect."  The kid <Hehe>  with three white stripes <Hehe again> on only one side of his hair, is going on about symmetry and it being perfect?

      'Gasp!'  You thought, coming to a conclusion/question about this boy.  Was he. . .Gay?

      You didn't hesitate to ask out loud the question that would burn your insides if it wasn't freed.

      Kid was caught so off guard, actually blinked at you, at a loss of words.  "What?"  You thought he was cute, and all, but if he didn't swing your way, then . . .
   
      His pale face broke into a smile.  "I'm sorry.  Did my ramblings give you the wrong impression?  No, I simply love symmetry, in which, you are perfect as well."  Kid somehow timed the almost half hour he spent in here so that this happened when it was time for him to leave.  

      After he did, you went over to see what he had done.  The poster was done - perfectly symmetrical - and when you flipped it over, it had a phone number with the words, 'DTK was here' below it.