It was a normal day in Death City. Or should I say, a not-so-normal day. Today would be your first day at the DWMA after months of begging your mother. Your father has bee a death scythe for as long as your could remember. He hasnt been around much... all you ever heard were stories of how hard it was to be one. But, as a new coming meister, you swore to make a better death scythe then your father. ~ This is my third x reader! I hope you guys like it!!