Death The Kid sat in his seat, fidgeting. Stein was going on about something he learned already, and all he could do was focus on the many unsymmetrical things in the room. Stein, for instance. Only one screw stuck out of his head. The scar across his face slanted all wrong. His stitched-together clothing was not all consistent. Kid resisted the urge to straighten him out, and turned his attention elsewhere. His eyes fell on Soul. Lopsided hair, lopsided grin… No, no this will not do at all… Kid thought. He looked a Tsubaki. Her outfit's unsymmetrical… He looked at Black Star. Messy hair… star birthmark on only one arm…
I must find something symmetrical to look at or I'll go crazy… Crona? No. The black board? No. Stein's desk? No. His eyes fell upon Maka. Neat and precise hair. Her outfit corresponded with left-right symmetry. No uneven facial marks. Kid was close to crying with joy. Finally! Someone that won't drive me insane. Kid stared at Maka for the rest of class, admiring her symmetrical-ness. This earned weird looks from Soul and a couple others, but he didn't seem to notice.
After class was dismissed, Kid walked over to Maka. She looked at him curiously. "Do you need something, Kid …?"
"Oh, not at all. I simply wanted to compliment your wonderful symmetry today." Upon saying that, he turned and left the room.
Okaaaay… Maka thought. "Do you what that was all about?" she asked Soul.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, not really. I just don't get that guy sometimes…"
I've been meaning to write that for ages! And now it is written. All is well.
Oh, and feel free to notify me about missing words or spelling errors. –Alice Everafter