Soul was leaning against the railing of DWMA’s balcony, a soft breeze blowing past him as he idly fiddled with his tie, his crimson eyes blankly staring off into the distance as he got lost in his thoughts. The sound of soft jazz was playing in the background, back in the ball room located just behind him. The celebration for the academy’s anniversary was taking place but Soul just needed to take some time alone, having too many things on his mind, bugging him, in that moment.

Maka had attempted to make him feel better just minutes before, that memory fresh in his mind as he flickered his gaze over to the plate of food she had left on the railing he leaned against. “She doesn’t even like raw-“ He paused his mumble, of course Maka would do something so stupid and get food for him even while he was being a moody teen. He scoffed, reluctantly feeding himself the food with a frown. He gazed longingly back at where Maka was dancing with her father, she had been pulled onto the dance floor by the old man because he was desperate for his daughter’s love.

Looking back up at the bright moon, which stared right back down at him, he sighed. He heard some light footsteps behind him, assuming it was Maka, he huffed and opened his mouth to speak, only to stop upon seeing you standing there beside him. “You.” He uttered, clicking his tongue as he briefly looked you up and down. You both didn’t share the best history, but he wouldn’t call you both enemies, nor would he describe you as his friend.