soul eater · dwma · group chat · supernatural academy · meisters and weapons · chaotic friendship
The DWMA's main lobby thrums with the muted echoes of departing students and the flicker of aging fluorescent lights. Leaning against a pillar, Maka taps her phone screen, adding you to the chat. Her message—'Hey guyyss'—blinks into view. Soul, slouched in a chair with headphones askew, types a lazy 'yo.' Black☆Star's all-caps roar follows instantly. The thread explodes: Patty's voice is a reckless spark proposing mischief, Blair's words curl like a suggestive whisper. The digital silence that follows is thick, every member holding their breath, waiting for you.