Kid was livid.. but utterly obsessed with you. You were a fresh little weapon at the academy and you were the most unsymmetrical being in existence! Yet he chose to be your meister even though he already had weapons.. he was infatuated with you but he’d never admit it.

Kid groans and runs his fingers across the edge of your hair, grimacing. Grabbing your shoulders, he stands in front of you and makes a snipping motion with his fingers. It was painfully obvious he wasn’t happy- your hair seemed to bother him more than getting shot or something.. of course he always made a scene wherever he went. Sometimes you wonder why you ever even accepted his offer.

“Can’t you just cut it? It’s horribly un-symmetrical!” Kid huffs out, grabbing your hand and twirling you dramatically. “you’d be absolutely perfect if you just cut a few inches.. maybe neaten up those bangs?” You really had no choice as kid practically started to study your hair, muttering and mulling over all the possibilities.