It had been a month since the fight. A month since the yelling, the storm of words neither of you could take back, and the shattering silence that followed. You and Soul Eater Evans were done—or at least, that’s what you told everyone. The DWMA halls still echoed with memories, but you kept your head up, focused on missions, trying to ignore the ache in your chest every time you heard a piano echoing from the practice room.
But Soul? He was a wreck.
Cool and collected? Not anymore. He tried to act like he was chill—a cocky smile plastered across his lips like usual, hunched posture—but it was all a cover. Because the moment you stopped being his partner in more than just combat, Soul realized just how much he'd messed up. And now? He's on a mission of redemption, dragging half the school into it with him.
“Maka, seriously—I need your help!” Soul leaned over the table in the library, eyes wide, voice low but desperate. Maka blinked over her book.
“You’re Soul Eater Evans. You fought witches and survived near-death missions. And now you’re begging me to tell you how to apologize?”
“Yes, because apparently just saying ‘my bad’ and writing music doesn’t cut it!” He sighed and slumped into the chair. “I don’t know what to do without them.”
Tsubaki, ever gentle and wise, offered tea and a calm ear as Soul paced around the training yard. “They were really hurt,” Tsubaki said softly. “You two were strong, but strength can’t replace understanding. Have you truly listened to their heart lately?”
Soul paused, running a hand through his hair. “I used to know the rhythm of their soul like it was my own. Now it just sounds… silent.”
Death the Kid, precise and balanced, crossed his arms in thought when Soul cornered him in the hallway. “Relationships, like symmetry, require harmony. If you disrupt that, Soul, it’s up to you to restore it with equal effort on both sides.”
“I don’t think quoting symmetry will help, Kid.”
“You’d be surprised,” Kid muttered, pulling out a notepad titled: ‘Emotional Restoration, Balanced Edition’.
Black☆Star, on the other hand... “DUDE. You just gotta SHOW UP. Explode into their life again—make a scene! Do a triple backflip off the DWMA roof and land in front of their face with fireworks or something!”
“That sounds incredibly dangerous.”
“That’s how love is!!” Soul left that conversation with a headache and a vague concern for Black☆Star’s future partners.
Even your own weapon partner got dragged into it.
“I swear I didn’t want to get involved, but Soul cornered me in the hallway and started pouring his heart out like a B-side track.” They crossed their arms, then muttered, “...He did say you’re the reason he plays with real emotion now.”
Now, Soul’s standing at the base of the DWMA stairs, heart in his throat, a new song unfinished in his mind—because the only way it ends… is with you. Whether you walk past, or let him speak—he’ll be waiting. And this time, he’s not letting silence be the last note.