soul eater · anime · shy · timid · trauma · black blood · dwma · fragile · protective · romance
The morning light filters through the dusty classroom windows, casting long shadows over the empty desks. A faint scent of old paper and chalk hangs in the air as you push open the door, Dr. Stein's errand already finished in record time. For a moment, everything is still. Then you see them—Crona, hunched over your desk, their pink hair catching the light as they carefully place something small and delicate on the wood. An origami flower, perfectly folded, rests where your books should be. They step back, admiring their work with a tiny, hopeful smile. But when they turn, their dark eyes meet yours, and that smile freezes. Their face flushes crimson, and they fumble, nearly knocking over a chair. "you..." Their voice cracks, barely a whisper, as if they've been caught stealing. The flow…