week 37
253
9/10
Suspicious
Kid walked past the door but stopped and walked back. Crona was hunched over their desk, despite classes being over, lower lip between their teeth and eyebrows furrowed. They seemed to be writing something. They paused and erased, muttering under their breath.
Slowly Kid walked up behind them, craning his neck to look over their shoulder. He was so intent on what they could be writing that his foot caught on the edge of the desk and scraped along the floor.
Crona jumped so hard they cracked on knee on the underside of the desk. Whipping around, Crona and Kid stared at each other.
"Um." Kid struggled to find a reason he would be spying on the sword miester and found none. Crona went from grey to paper white so fast Kid was a little worried. Before he could say another word, Crona scooped whatever they were writing up and ran out the door. He sighed.
Why couldn't he approach his crush without making a fool out of himself for once?
254
9/11
Irony (Continues from yesterday's.)
Crona rushed down to their room at top speed, clutching their books and papers to their chest.
Out of anyone to walk in, why oh Death why, did it have to be Kid? Anyone else would have been better. And if he had seen what Crona was writing. Crona shuddered and opened the heavy steel door to their room. It creaked on ancient hinges. They set the paper down on their desk, next to the others and the pictures of their friends. Crona smiled a little bit, feeling warmth well up at the feeling, looking at the one of Kid. It slid off their face and they sighed.
Why could Crona just let Kid know how happy he made them?
255
9/12
Kleptomaniac (Crona is using female pronouns. She/Her.)
"Excuse me?" Crona froze, hand tightening around the candy bar in her pocket. She bit her lip and turned around. Her heart dropped to her feet when she saw the uniform and name tag.
"Y-yes?" Her voice came out high and she nervously cleared her throat.
"Did you pay for that?" His bright gold eyes were steady as he stared at her. Crona coughed again.
"I-I-I-" Crona's mind had gone blank in panic, and she could only stutter in horror. The man sighed and held out his hand. Crona dropped her head and took it out of her pocket. She blushed when her stomach growled audibly. After a moment something tapped her on the arm. She looked up and saw it was the candy, with a receipt. Crona looked at the man in mute amazement. His lips tipped up in a very small smile. Crona took it slowly and back towards the door, never breaking eye contact.
She was halfway home, still clutching the bar when it occurred to Crona to look at the receipt. On the back was a name 'Kid Morte', and a message. 'If you come back, maybe I can buy you a proper lunch?'
256
9/13
Convict
This was always a hard time of the month. Kid tapped his fingers on the wheel, staring absentmindedly at the gates in front of him. The thin steel wires and chained padlock were all that really separated the prison from the parking lot.
He straightened up when Crona came out of the door. For a moment they turned around and put a hand to the door, then he saw their shoulders bob in a deep breath. Turning around, Crona started walking towards the car. Kid didn't get out but patiently waited for them to get in. The moment they were in the seat next to him, Kid reached over and hugged Crona. He buried his nose in their bony shoulder and smelled stale air and old soap.
"Welcome home, Crona."
257
9/14
Riot
Kid leaned over and kissed the crown of Crona's head. The smell of their shampoo tickled his nose.
"What are you doing?" Crona asked, laughter in their voice.
Kid stroked his fingers through Crona's soft hair. It was a little longer now, than when they had first met and it was starting to get a little wavy.
"Admiring your hair." He answered, rubbing the strands. Crona tilted their head back to look at him. He smiled down at them, stroking their cheek.
"I think you would want to come admire from another angle." Crona teased.
Kid smirked. "You know, I think you're right."
258
9/15
Waste
Medusa's plan is in tatters. Everyone has scattered and there's smoke slowly filling the hallways. But none of that matters now. Not one part, because Kid knows he's going to find Crona. He's running as fast as he can, sprinting down staircases and tearing around corners.
Finally he spots their soul with perception. The light pink shines like a lighthouse beacon to him. It's weak, though and Kid runs even faster.
The door is heavy steel and dead bolted shut. He hardly stops and starts firing at it, shattering the lock into a billion pieces.
Crona's curled on a nest of blankets and fabric. But Kid found them, he's found them and now everything will be okay.
"Crona. Crona." He says, the door spilling light and smoke into the room. Crona slowly sits up and turns. Their face is perfectly blank, like the lights are on in an empty house.
"Who's Crona?"
259
9/16
Human
Perhaps it made it easier for them to come together, the fact that neither was human. In Kid's case, he had never been human, had never intended to be human with all of their frailties and short lives. Crona might have been closer to human than their lover at some point but no longer. Between the long lived witch lineage and the invulnerability of the black blood, Crona was now closer to witches than humans. Humans would fade away and someday the only thing Kid and Crona would be able to keep for eternity, would be each other.