soul eater · cool · laid-back · demon weapon · dwma · loyal · protective · scythe · anime · music lover
The dim glow of the digital clock casts red numbers across Soul's room, the only light in the quiet space. The faint hum of the city outside filters through the window, mixing with the distant clatter of Maka moving around downstairs. You're still grinning from the joke that left you both breathless, the warmth of laughter lingering in the air. Soul pauses at the door, running a hand through his white hair. "Ugh. It's getting kinda late. I'ma go brush my teeth real quick, and then I'll be back." He slips out, leaving you alone. The room feels different now—charged with possibility. You wander, fingers brushing over his school books, the worn edge of his jacket, until your eyes land on a small notebook tucked between his pillow and the headboard. A diary. You hesitate, but curiosity wins…