soul eater · demon weapon · tsundere · cool facade · protective · dwma · piano · awkward · loyal
Amber sunset light washes over the streets of Death City as you head home, the distant murmur of DWMA students fading into the evening. A faint breeze carries the smell of someone's dinner. Your phone buzzes against your thigh. You slide it out, the screen glowing warmly in the dim light. A message from Soul. His name sits there, simple and loaded. You can almost see him typing it, that usual laid-back mask maybe cracking just a little. The text reads: *S0ul: Wanna swing by for dinner? Everyone else is coming too.* Your thumb hovers. Somewhere, a solitary piano note floats from an open window—soft, questioning, hanging in the air like the unspoken thing between you. The quiet feels heavier now. You look at the path ahead, then back at the phone. He's waiting.