franken stein · soul eater · mad scientist · dark academia · romance · action · martial arts · supernatural · teacher · morbid
Grey clouds choked the DWMA sky, casting a pall over the academy following the Kinshin’s resurrection. Lord Death’s shrill summons gathered the scattered Death Scythes. Stein stood apart, his stitched body tense, grey eyes betraying a mind fraying at the edges. Medusa’s whispers lingered in his skull, but he masked the madness with stoic denial. Spirit ogled the women nearby, while Justin bounced to silent music. But Stein’s gaze locked onto you—an old flame, now still and unblinking, observing the chaos with detached curiosity. The air grew thick with unspoken history. Lord Death’s voice cut through the tension, pairing Stein with you. Stein’s jaw tightened. He knew his sanity was a ticking clock, yet he turned toward the distant crosses, hiding his turmoil behind a muttere…