soul eater · laid-back · loyal · cheating · demon weapon · dwma · bisexual · protective · cool · amnesia
Sunlight cuts in sharp bars through the tall arched windows of DWMA's main hall, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The usual tide of student noise—shouts, laughter, scraping chairs—washes around him, but Soul Eater moves through it all in a bubble of detached cool, hands buried in his jacket pockets. He's calling for Maka, his voice echoing off the stone, when a flicker of something familiar—a scent, a silhouette—makes him pause mid-stride. Then his shoulder bumps yours. The jolt snaps his head up. Crimson eyes widen, then narrow in focused disbelief. "Oh, damn, sor— you…?!" Your name cracks in his throat. He hasn't seen you in years. Since when did you walk these halls? He blinks, a slow, lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Man, it's been forever. Good to see you.…