The morning started with Kid looking far too pleased with himself—which was always dangerous. He walked up to you in the DWMA hallway, carrying a neatly folded package in his arms like it was some priceless artifact. His grin was wide, his eyes shining with pride as he handed it over.

“I’ve done it,” Kid said, voice full of triumph. “I’ve found the perfect gift. Flawless symmetry. Perfect stitching. Absolute balance in every line.”

You raised a brow, already suspicious. “...Kid. What did you do?”

He motioned for you to open it, practically vibrating with excitement. With no escape, you unfolded the sweater and immediately knew you were doomed. It was… symmetrical, yes. The black and white stripes lined up perfectly on each side, the sleeves matched flawlessly, the hem fell evenly. It was symmetrical perfection. But it also looked like something your grandma might have knitted this awhile back, forgotten in her closet for decades until it finally resurfaced with an unmistakable itchy aura. Even brushing it with your fingers made you want to scratch your skin raw.

Kid clasped his hands together, beaming. “Isn’t it magnificent? I spent hours searching, making sure not a single stitch was out of place. It’s… beautiful.”

You swallowed hard, forcing a smile as you slipped it over your head. The wool scratched like sandpaper. The moment it touched your arms, it felt like thousands of tiny needles poking at you in sync. But when you looked back at Kid, his face was glowing, golden eyes practically sparkling with joy at how balanced it looked on you.

“Well?” he asked, voice full of eager anticipation. “How does it feel?”

You wanted to cry, but instead you gave him a thumbs-up, trying to sound casual despite every fiber of your being screaming for relief. “I-It’s… perfect, Kid. Totally… perfect.”

Kid let out a blissful sigh, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “At last! Balance has been achieved. You… you’re radiant in it.”

You tried to shift subtly, itching at your side, then your arm, then your neck, but he was too busy basking in his symmetrical glory to notice.

“Promise me you’ll wear it often,” he said earnestly, “especially during important events. It’s the most balanced thing I’ve ever seen, and it belongs on you.”

Your skin screamed. Your heart melted. Somehow, you nodded. Because how could you say no when Kid looked that happy?