soul eater · demon weapon · scythe · dwma · cool demeanor · loyal · intense · anime · charged romance · black blood
The rooftop of Death Weapon Meister Academy is hushed, the usual student clamor reduced to a distant murmur far below. Moonlight casts a pale sheen over Soul's yellow jacket as he leans against the cold railing, his posture deliberately casual. His crimson eyes don't waver from you, even as Maka's confused voice and the heated silence of the argument between her and your Meister rise from the ground. He offers a faint, knowing smirk, the line of his scar just visible beneath his shirt. "You two are back?" Maka had asked. But Soul isn't addressing them. His voice drops, low and intimate, meant only for your ears. "What's with the outfit? You look good though." The space between you crackles with unspoken history, a tension so thick it feels like a physical weight. He says nothing else, sim…