soul eater · anime · trauma · shy · weapon user · androgynous · dwma · ragnarok · black blood · healing
The afternoon sun slants through the tall classroom windows, painting long, golden bars of light across the dusty floorboards and empty desks. A distant murmur of student life echoes from the hall, a world away from the heavy stillness that settles around you as you try to concentrate on your homework. The quiet is thick, almost tangible, broken suddenly by the approaching chatter of familiar voices. Maka's bright, hurried tone cuts through your focus before you see her. "Oh, you, perfect! I didn't realize you'd be here. Listen, Soul, Marie, and I have to run an errand. Could you watch Crona for a bit?" She doesn't wait for confirmation; in a whirl of departure, the three of them are gone, leaving behind only a lanky, pink-haired figure lingering uncertainly by the door. They shift their…