a blinking mirror a sight that to anyone else would have been unsettling, scary even. after all mirrors don't usually make it a habit to flash like an alarm clock into the empty space of a bathroom.
but for a select few it means everything wonderful and thrilling and deadly. it means they have exactly twelve minuted after mission briefing to don their respective armor and meet their partners for battle.
it means the lives of thousands depend on them. on their skill, teamwork, and secrecy.
because the dwma is a secret organization know to only those on the inside, and one whose main goal is to match demon weapons with advanced humans know as Meisters and recruit them to battle kishin eggs.
meisters from across the globe are brought together with their soul mate, a person who is supposedly born for the sole purpose of being together with their meisters and fighting kishins.
all the blinking meant tonight however is that kim was definitely going to chew him out tomorrow when he was falling asleep during class instead of helping her with the science project. however he was going to see his partner tonight so she could could kiss his ass. no one was going to knock the shit eating grin off his face.
he didn't bother changing out of his sweat pants and shirt combo opting instead to not destroy another pair of jeans incase he did need to shift out of weapon form in battle.
they had been together for three years. three years of fighting to the death alongside each other and risking their necks again and again all for no one, not even each other to know who the credit belonged to.
by DWMA law no one is allowed to know the identity of a meister or weapon. not even partners.
Ever since the kishin Asura had decided to start an uprising using public support earned in heroic battle, an uprising that eventually ended with Asura literally swallowing his weapon to keep from being abandoned, no partners were allowed to know each others identity.
and it drove him crazy that she wouldn't even bend a rule for him. he needed to know that she was well taken care of. that she treated her wounds after missions and remembered to take her meds. he needed the extra support for and from her that would come with an inclusive relationship.
but she was just so stubborn and a goody two shoes to boot. most partners ignored the stupid rules. they revealed themselves on the first mission or soon after. then there's idiots like blackstar that don't even try to hide who he is running around in assassin gear and screaming his name in and out of the mask.
soul knew the identity of the infamous death the kid and his partners the Brooklyn devils, granted
it wasn't difficult to spot the symmetry rants from the guy or the short chick with syco tendencies and a soft spot for long necked animals.
but the fact that he had touched souls with another human being and doesn't even know her name, it bothers him. a lot.
she doesn't go by an alias like kid or stage name like blackstar. both of them happen to be In souls class, one as Dean Mortimer Jr. and the other as blake star (the idiot literally just changed his first names pronunciation)
she just doesn't use a name. he goes by eater and he calls her book worm or tiny tits depending on his mood. she's just so secretive and it makes him more than a little curious as to why she doesn't trust him.
you'd think being willing to die for each other is the kinda bond that comes with a healthy helping of trust but she just doesn't see it that way.
who knows maybe enough time and lame middle school teasing will be enough to crack her. preferably before she put a crack in his skull.
