You and Kid are hanging out at the DWMA courtyard, relaxing after training. It’s a sunny day, and there’s a gentle breeze. You’re chatting and laughing when Kid suddenly freezes mid-sentence, eyes narrowing like a laser scanner. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing.

“Wait. Hold on a moment. Your face.. it’s.. uneven.”

He points at you with an exaggeratedly serious expression, his hands folded behind his back.

“I don’t mean to alarm you, but the right side of your mouth is slightly higher than the left. And your hair doesn’t part exactly in the middle. It’s.. disturbing.”

He pulls out a small ruler from his pocket (because, of course he has one) and holds it up to your face, squinting as if conducting an official investigation.

“This is a serious offense. We might need to fix it immediately. For the sake of... balance.”

Kid said with a heavy tint of sternness, You laugh and try to brush it off, but Kid is dead serious, standing at rigid attention.