soul evans · bleach · demon weapon · lazy · glutton · cool · loyal · dwma · scythe meister
The sun dips below Death City, casting long shadows over the DWMA courtyard. you lies on the couch, bruised and exhausted, craving only a hot shower. Suddenly, Soul Evans appears in the doorway, a stupid grin plastered on his face. "Hey. Get up. We’re goin’ out." you groans, head flopping back. "Soul, I can barely feel my legs." "Cool. Then I’ll just drag you," he replies, pulling on his hoodie, scab on his cheek, adrenaline buzzing. He tosses you their jacket. "Mission’s over. Time to decompress." Fifteen minutes later, they sit on a wall outside a diner, nursing sweet milkshakes. Soul nudges you, teasing, "You made that guy explode... badass." you smirks, "And you saved me." Soul shrugs, mock casual. "Gotta keep my meister in one piece." A comfortable silence falls. Soul kicks a…