Heyyyy guess who's alive? My health isn't the best, but I had this pairing lined up for chapter 21, figured I'd finish it up and send it out before I got back to requests. It was gonna be a Kid x Maka, but then it ended up being a...Kid x Hiro. I blame my friends that always talk about Hiro and what he might be able to do. I guess leave a review if you think it's a nice enough pair?

Speaking of pairings...

Guest: thanks! Glad you thought it was good, I honestly thought that I laid it on too thick with all my color talk. Ok so, I'll get to your request, but I'll have you know that I actually had to look up who Kilik even was. Like I said, I've only watched the anime and read the first three volumes of the manga. So I can't promise good writing for him, but I'll certainly try for a regular!

I hope you enjoy this, I don't own anything.

When it came to getting into fights, Hiro had always taken the blame, always claimed to have started it and forced the other to shove him back. It had never mattered to him that everyone knew he didn't start the fights. Hell, he rarely ever fought back. The blond was always the one with bruises and black eyes, but he saw far too much good in people, and so didn't let them take the blame for something he saw as trivial.

In the end, no one even thought of his actions. Their opinion of the blond had been set the moment he stepped foot in the school, and he followed their expectations to the letter. He simply didn't know how to do anything else. He was raised to do what he was told, and people told him what he was, what they thought he was, ands he'd just...accepted it. Became it.

And yet...He was so much more than what everyone thought him to be.

Death the Kid smiled to himself as he watched Hiro pet some stray cat he'd found, the blond fawning over the feline while it ate a piece of ham from his hand. The weaponless meister was secretly kind, passionate, everything he did had a reason and a rhythm to it. Even feeding a stray cat fit into his routine. Sort of.

"Hey, earth to Kid, you in there?" Kid jerked back, mind reeling as he spiraled back down towards reality, and to the impatient blond frowning at him. Hiro rolled his eyes, used to the reaper's behaviour by now, and gave the cat one last piece of ham before he straightened up and picked his bag up off the ground. "We should get going before you space off on me again. I mean, coffee is great in the morning and all, but we're cutting it close. I don't wanna be late to school."

Hiro turned and started walking towards the DWMA, bag bumping against his back. For a moment, Kid just watched the blond take those long strides, confidence oozing out of him. The Reaper took a breath and followed after, and the two walked in silence to school.

"Did you tell Liz and Patty where you were going?"

"...no. they'd tell everyone else and -"

"It's ok, I get it. You don't want to be seen by the guy who's the literal worst at everything." He said it so calmly, with no trace of malice in his voice. He was just...he was just stating a fact. Hiro had been told that he was the worst so many times that he'd come to believe it as true. "I wouldn't want to be seen with me either, if I were you."

Kid could only stare. This was what happened when people assumed something about someone. This was what happened when people were cruel to a person. Of all the people...it had to him didn't it? Someone who would have been so kind and selfless, turned into whatever the public thought he was.

"I didn't tell them because they were asleep when I left. Liz and Patty know that I hang out with you."

"But does anyone else know? Every time I offer to walk you to school you'll only go if we're extremely early or late. I know it's because you don't -"

"IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO SHARE!"

Both boy's stopped, staring at each other in complete and utter surprise. It hadn't been what Kid wanted to say, but it was true nonetheless. He didn't want to share. He wanted these quiet mornings where they had coffee and then walked to school together. He wanted the days where they spent all their time curled up together, alone and watching movies or reading whilst in the other's company.

"I don't want to share you. I like spending time with you when it's just us. This way I don't have to worry about you, about people hurting you, or telling you who you should be, when I know who you are."

Hiro just...stared. He didn't say a word, he didn't move. It was as if he had froze there, never to move a muscle again. Then, in a flash, he smiled and was wrapping his arms around Kid, and the reaper in training could smell his flowery shampoo, and of a moment, everything was so right.

"I don't want to share you either Kid. But next time let's do something in public, ok? I don't care about people who want to hurt me. I won't forget who I am just because of hearsay. As long as I've got you to believe in me, I'm ok." Hiro was smiling, and that made it alright again. Kid grinned and took hold of the blond's hand, pushing aside the coming symmetry fit he could creeping up on him. Hiro was smiling at him, and hadn't pulled away.

This was what the blond was like, and if other people couldn't see that...

"We're going to hold hands all the way there, got it? And if anyone asks..." When Kid trailed off, Hiro leaned in to give the god child a kiss on each cheek, eyes bright with his excitement.

"We'll tell them the truth?"

Kid nodded, and then they were walking again, and Hiro swung their interlinked hands back and forth, humming and just so happy that Kid decided he'd be as brave as Hiro was.

After all, the blond was the one who went every day getting beat up, never fighting back and always the one who took the blame. Death the Kid was just the lucky one along for the ride.