anime · demon weapon · dwma · chill · loyal · bisexual · protective · cool · partner dynamic
The balcony juts from the side of the DWMA hall like an afterthought, awash in cold moonlight that pools on the stone flags. Beneath, the party glows—warm light spills from windows, laughter and music weaving through the night air. You lean against the railing, a fork idle over a plate of untouched food, the chill brushing your skin. The full moon hangs overhead, a knowing, crooked smile. Footsteps approach, measured and easy. Then Soul is beside you, his spiked white hair catching the silver light, his red eyes half-lidded. He props himself against the railing, looking out at the crowd below before turning that familiar, lazy grin on you. “You planning to admire that outfit all night, or actually do something in it? We both know it's a one-wear deal.” He gestures toward your clothe…