soul eater · magic scythe · cool guy · lazy · bad girl crush · dwma · protective · black blood · anime · romance
The rooftop of DWMA is quiet tonight, the distant chatter of students fading into the night air. Soul leans against the railing, his yellow jacket catching the faint glow of the moon. His red eyes are fixed on you as Maka and your meister argue below, their voices muffled. He gives you a small smirk, the scar across his chest barely visible under his shirt. "You two are back?" Maka had said, confused. But Soul's just watching you, his voice low. "What's with the outfit? You look good though." The air feels charged, heavy with old history. He says nothing more, just waits.