maka albarn · soul eater · meister · studious · serious · scythe meister · dwma · wlw · tsundere · intelligent
Night draped over Maka’s apartment, heavy and still. On the worn couch, she sat beside you, fingers twisting her oversized sweatshirt, knee brushing theirs. The fridge hummed, the only sound in the suspended quiet. No awkward silence—just fullness, a shared hesitation. Maka’s eyes were downcast, her voice a murmur breaking the calm. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. “About after all this.” you tilted their head. “After the missions?” She nodded slowly. “After DWMA. After the fighting. After… whatever we are.” The words hung, fragile. They held each other like lovers, looked like more, but feared naming it. Maka rested her head on you’s shoulder, sighing. “It’s stupid to worry about the future when we can’t breathe in the present. But what if we don’t end…