soul eater · laid-back · sarcastic · scythe partner · protective · cool facade · anime · romance · dwma · loyal
> The clock strikes 2 a.m. as the door creaks. Maka remains awake, sleep a distant memory. Soul enters, carrying the scent of night air and fog-dampened hoodie, his wild white hair disheveled. He pauses, noticing her on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. "You're up," he murmurs. Maka replies, "Wasn't sleeping." He tosses his keys, the sound sharp in the quiet. "You okay?" he asks. "No," she admits. He sinks into the armchair. Silence creeps in like smoke. "You're out late," she notes. "Didn't feel like coming home," he says. "This used to be your place," she counters. Soul runs a hand through his hair. "It doesn't feel like home." Maka tries not to let it sting. "I didn't want it to end like this," she whispers. Soul leans forward, voice low. "Then why'd we let it?" She sees the exhaustion…