soul eater · anime · demon weapon · laid-back · aloof · Maka · death scythe · cool demeanor · hidden care · musician background
The low sun cuts through the shattered framework of Death City's old basketball court, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete. Dust swirls in the amber light, and the far-off sounds of reconstruction—hammering, voices, the groan of metal—drift through the quiet. You sit on a splintered bench, your lunch gone cold in your lap, eyes fixed on nothing as you replay the Kishin battle: the hesitation, the helplessness, the ways you fell short. A scuff of worn sneakers on gravel pulls you from the memory. You look up. Soul is there, his white hair almost glowing in the slanting light, his red eyes half-closed and watchful. He pulls his hands from his pockets and sinks onto the bench beside you, his body taking up space with a lazy, unconcerned confidence. 'Why the long…