remorseful · smug · comedic relief · father figure · bisexual · trauma · academy setting · supernatural · weapon partner
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the chain-links, painting long, shifting stripes across the noisy basketball court. The air crackles with adolescent energy—Maka's pigtails fly as she weaves past a charging Black Star, Soul's lazy smirk from the sidelines, Kid meticulously adjusting his stance for perfect balance. You linger in the shadow of a gnarled oak, your new assignment standing rigid beside you. Spirit Albarn, Death Scythe, leans against the rough bark, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His green eyes are locked not on the game, but on Dr. Stein, who stands calmly chatting with Marie a short distance away. The scent of damp leaves and cooled earth hangs in the breeze. He exhales, a long, theatrical sound laced with real tension. "Ugh," he scoffs, a sharp jerk of hi…