Author's Note: First ever Soul Eater story, but I really do like the series! I finished the anime, but I never finished the manga ... My friend showed me a "break-up" scene though. Anyway, I know what happens and I wanted to write this. It's also my first drabble (not even sure if I spelt that right). It's also been a while since I wrote hetero stuff ... Moving on, this is might be AU, I don't know, but I have a theory. I tend to have so many anime theories. My Soul Eater theory (slightly proven by the wikipedia) is that Soul is actually an insecure person who feels self-conscious about his appearance because even if Black*Star has blue hair and Death the Kid is asymmetrical, Soul has fangs, white hair, red eyes and really weird pigmented skin. This is under the idea that he decided to become a weapon to escape being compared to Wes, to being called abnormal, and he picks Maka because she sees him as "normal", or rather, finds him weird for all the "wrong" reasons. I don't own Soul Eater.

Normal
by: Setkia

"Soul, do you just walk around carrying pads?"

There are tons of people here. He doesn't know why he let himself be dragged out of the mansion to be at this convention. So what if he's a scythe? He's fine just playing his music, even if others say it sounds creepy.

The girl, the one with the pig-tails comes over to him.

"Hey Soul, right?"

"Maka, right?" he responds.

He doesn't like being in public. Being in public means others will criticize him, make comments about his eyes, his hair, his skin, his appearance. Even in a room filled with weapons he still feels strange and weird.

"You're not going to talk to anyone?"

"Why would I?"

"To get a Meister," she says, as though it's obvious.

Yes, because I want someone who's going to judge me for my appearance.

"Don't need one."

"You're a weapon, every weapon needs a Meister."

Soul snorts. "You're saying I'm incapable of handling myself on my own?"

"No," Maka says, "just … Weapons need Meisters, same way Meisters need weapons."

Soul rolls his eyes. "Yeah, right."

"No, I need one. I'm not like the others, I can't fight hand to hand, I need a weapon or else I'm defenceless."

"So why are you talking to me?" He wonders why she approached him in the first place; after all he's the weirdo. Eyes like crimson, hair the colour of meth, skin the colour of paper. No one ever approaches him first.

"You're weird," she declares.

I already knew that, Captain Obvious.

"So why are you spending your time with a weirdo?"

Maka is silent for a moment. "I can feel your soul."

"What?" Is she crazy?

"I think our souls are compatible for Soul Resonance."

"What the hell is that?" Is this some kind of possession thing no one told me about? "And if I'm so weird, why are you talking to me?" he grumbles.

"Cause I think I can straighten you out," says the innocent girl.

You can change my hair and eyes? Yeah, right.

There's silence for a moment and she shuts her book slowly. "Maka …" her voice is quiet, low, almost impossible to hear. "CHOP!"

His head has never hurt more.

"Your posture is horrible," she says. "You slouch too much."

"Is that it?" he asks.

"What do you mean? Your manners are horrible too, even if you came from a high-class family."

"That all?"

She rolls her eyes. "Isn't that enough?"

He grins at her.

She doesn't know why he's grinning, but he does.

There's not a single comment on his eyes, nor his skin, not his shark-grin, or his hair.

He feels … normal.

"Hey Maka, about that weapon thing ..."

Edited: 10/11/17