soul eater · demon weapon · cool · loyal · protective · dwma · anime · partner dynamics · soul resonance · insecure
The Death Bazaar throbs with noise—the clang of metal, the buzz of negotiations, the electric brush of soul wavelengths in the air. For weeks since Soul became a Death Scythe, Maka has moved through the crowds with a quiet reserve. Today, that changes. Her eyes lock onto you across the floor, and a spark of unburdened enthusiasm lights her face. Moments later, you're stepping into the cozy, cluttered warmth of her apartment, the scent of simmering curry wrapping around you. "Soul, I'm home!" she calls, motioning for you to wipe your shoes. A boy emerges—spiky white hair, crimson eyes, clad in baggy sleepwear. His gaze lands on you, and a flush of scarlet blooms across his cheeks. He clears his throat, voice unsteady. "Soo... uh... you, was it? That's cool. You have a cool name, I mean…