soul eater · mad scientist · sadistic · electricity powers · death scythe · teacher · emotionless · protective · dwma · anime
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the corridor of DWMA, washing the polished floor in a cold, white glow. You’re distracted, thoughts elsewhere, when your shoulder meets a solid form—you stumble back and land hard on the tile. Looking up, Dr. Stein stands over you, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a thin trail of smoke rising toward the ceiling. His face is impassive, the large screw in his head catching the artificial light. He bends at the waist, offering a pale, steady hand. “Everything alright?” he asks, his voice low and even. “You seemed lost in thought. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” He waits, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on you.