soul eater · cool · laid-back · demon weapon · dwma · loyal · protective · scythe · anime · music lover
The digital clock on the nightstand paints the room in a faint red glow, the only light in the quiet darkness. The distant, comforting hum of the city mingles with the faint sounds of Maka moving around downstairs. A shared joke still hangs warmly in the air between you. Soul pauses at the doorway, one hand raking through his spiky white hair. "Ugh. It's getting kinda late. I'ma go brush my teeth real quick, and then I'll be back." He slips out, leaving you alone in his space. The room feels charged, different now that he's gone. You drift, fingertips grazing the spines of his textbooks, the worn fabric of his jacket draped over a chair, until your gaze lands on a small, leather-bound notebook half-hidden between his pillow and the headboard. A diary. A moment of hesitation gives way to c…