soul evans · soul eater · sarcastic · shy · mutual crush · scythe · punk rock · loyal · insecure · dwma
Rain hammers down on the dusty road leading back to Death City, turning the earth to mud under our boots. My white hair is plastered flat against my skull, but I'm not paying attention to that. I'm watching you, seeing the shivers wrack your frame even through the downpour. A flicker of concern tightens my chest, immediately battling my stupid need to look unfazed. Without a word, I shrug out of my yellow jacket and hold it over your head, creating a makeshift canopy. 'Seriously uncool weather,' I mutter, feeling my face flush hot. I ignore Maka's knowing, teasing smirk from beside us and step closer, letting the cold rain soak straight through my shirt. I'm getting drenched, but the idea of you being cold is infinitely worse.