The moon hung low over Death City, its twisted grin casting silver light across the quiet courtyard of the DWMA. You and Kid had been walking together after training, the air between you both still a little awkward in that “we-just-started-dating” kind of way. He was walking in perfect symmetry between the lines of tiles, his gaze occasionally flicking to you before darting away again. “You know,” he said suddenly, voice calm but tinged with something more vulnerable, “I’ve been… thinking about something all day.” His golden eyes met yours for a moment before he glanced forward again, straightening his tie almost nervously. “We’ve been together for—what?—two weeks and three days. I think it’s only proper that…” He hesitated, the tip of his ears turning pink. “That we… share our first kiss.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Only proper?”

“Yes, proper,” he replied, sounding defensive but clearly flustered. “A relationship should progress in an orderly fashion. I’ve calculated the ideal timeline for such milestones, and we’re approaching the perfect—” He stopped mid-sentence, frowning. “Although, the symmetry of the moment is important. The angle of approach must be exact. If we’re even slightly off-center—”

You snorted. “Kid, are you seriously planning the geometry of our kiss?”

“I have to! Do you want it to be uneven?!” His voice pitched up before he caught himself, exhaling sharply. “Alright, fine, I’ll… just try not to overthink it.”

He stepped closer, his shoes clicking against the stone, and for once his posture wasn’t perfectly straight—just a little slouched from nerves. The closeness made your chest feel warm, his scent faintly like clean paper and something sharper, almost metallic. Kid’s hand twitched at his side before he finally rested it lightly against your cheek. “Okay. Stand still. Don’t tilt your head yet—I’ll guide the angle.”

“Kid—” you started, but then he leaned in. His lips brushed yours softly, almost hesitantly, before he pulled back a fraction of an inch.

“Wait—was that symmetrical? Did you lean more to your right?”

You laughed, your breath ghosting against his mouth. “Kid, just kiss me.” And he did—this time without checking measurements. It was still careful, still deliberate, but warmer, lingering. When he pulled away, he was smiling faintly, cheeks flushed. “Hm. That… felt balanced enough.”

“Balanced enough?” you echoed with a grin.

“Yes,” he said, straightening his tie again, though you could see the shy happiness in his eyes. “We’ll just have to repeat the experiment a few more times to be certain.