Maka skipped up to Kid as the warning bell rang for class. "Have you seen Crona?" Maka asked him. "He hasn't been in the last two classes."
Kid shook his head. "I haven't seen him at all, today."
"What happened to him? He fell asleep on your couch," Soul commented, walking up to the both of them.
"He slept over and then I took him food shopping," Kid replied. "He had almost no food. Just a few oranges and a loaf of bread."
"There's a market down the street," Soul replied with a shrug. "He could just get his food there." Kid knew it was because Crona couldn't afford it but figured that it as Crona's business to decide who should know.
Kid shrugged. "Either way, we went our separate ways after dinner."
"Well we can stop by his place after," Maka told them. "We need to get to class," she said as she made her way inside.
He nodded. "Of course."
Kid kept his eyes on the clock through the rest of the day, wanting badly to see Crona again. 'Just to make sure he's okay,' he thought to himself. 'Nothing more,' he added with a small blush.
He practically bolted from the room as the final bell rang. "Kid, wait!" Maka stated, running after him. He stopped outside the classroom.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Chill, Kid," Soul snapped at it, following Maka. "I know he's your boy toy but we're worried about Crona, too."
Kid's face flushed but he chose to ignore the comment Soul made as they walked out the doors of the DWMA.
"I don't know the way to Crona's house," Soul said.
"I do," Kid said. "He took me there yesterday."
Soul and Maka exchanged smirks before they continued on the path to Crona's house. Kid fell silent, contemplating what could have happened to Crona. He felt his heart drop when he considered that the red-head could have hurt Crona in some way. He inhaled a shaken breath and exhaled before he finally came across Crona's tiny apartment. Kid knocked on the door. "Hello? Crona?" Kid asked. There was no response. "Crona?" Kid asked again.
"I don't think he's home," Soul said. Maka turned away and smiled. "There he is!" She shouted as she pointed at a small black blob coming there.
Kid and Soul turned to the direction she was pointing in. Kid smiled and waved. He saw Crona wave back.
Crona jogged over and hugged Maka. "Hello. W-W-What are you doing here?" He asked everyone as he pulled away.
"We didn't see you in school today. We wanted to check on you," Maka told him, holding her books to her chest.
Crona nodded and blushed before he extended to Kid several different bills in his hand. "I-I told you I'd pay you b-b-back."
"For what?" Soul asked him.
"Kid bought my groceries y-y-yesterday," Crona replied with a small blush. "And n-n-now I'm paying him back."
Kid shook his head and gently pushed the hand away. "I didn't ask you to pay me back."
"But I w-w-want to," Crona replied, his voice dropping in volume.
Kid's brow rose. "Why?" Crona shrugged, his eyes darting away. "How did you get all that money?"
"The café let me work overtime," Crona responded.
"You have a job?" Maka asked.
Crona shook his head. "The only place that wants a-a-anything to do with me is a small café down the street, a-a-and even then they d-d-don't want to be seen with me. They know what happened with Medusa."
"You skipped class to work to pay me back?" Kid whispered, more to himself than to Crona. Not even Patti and Liz did that and they spent money like no tomorrow. He was touched. He smiled to himself. "Spend this on yourself," Kid told him. "Buy some new clothes or something,"
Crona shook his head and extended the money back to him. Kid sighed and rolled his eyes. He took the money and pocketed it. "Fine. Thank you." He couldn't help but notice Crona's glowing smile and hos smiled widened. "I have the notes if you want to study with us."
Crona nodded. "Just let me get my notebook really quickly," Crona said as he unlocked the door and entered. The other three followed Crona into his bedroom. Kid gasped and held his breath, trying to counter an OCD attack.
The bed had no sheets nor a pillow. The blanket had holes in it and seemed so thin it might as well have not existed. One side of the mattress was exposed and covered in stains. Clothes were strewed all over the place. Crona looked under some of this clothing and found his notebook. "I found it!" He stated happily. He heard a noise and turned over to see Kid smoothing out his comforter.
"Asymmetry cannot be tolerated. Precious Crona deserves perfection," Kid mumbled as he tucked the blanket under the mattress and smoothed it over. He began folding the clothing and smoothing it over before moving to the other side of the room and began folding the clothing. The other three stared at each other awkwardly, waiting for him to be done.
After three outfits were perfectly folded on each side of the bed (Crona felt particularly awkward when Kid was folding his boxers), Kid, smiling, led them out of the house and to Maka's. Maka's and Soul's faces were pink- seeing as how they now know what Crona's boxers look like- and Crona's bright red. He smiled to himself and held his notebook to his chest. "He called me precious," he whispered to himself.
