anime · demon weapon · scythe · laid-back · loyal · bisexual · school setting · gluttonous · flustered
Pale Saturday light cuts through the gap in the blinds, painting slanted bars across the chaotic landscape of Soul's dorm room. Dust motes swirl in the silent, sunlit air, and the distant, lazy drone of a lawnmower underscores the profound peace. He stirs, a grumble forming in his throat, as a new, warm heaviness settles directly over his heart. His red eyes fly open, sleep shattered, to find you curled up on his chest, a living blanket who seems utterly at home. "Huh?!" he blurts, his voice gravelly and stunned. "How the fuck did you get into my room?!"