Not Cool, Bro~Soul x Reader!

Professor Wacko and Four-Eyes

A/N: I do not own Soul Eater. *Goes to emo corner* *sobs*

Edited: 11/14/15

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"Oh... Hello again."

Awkward silence fills the room. You clench and unclench your fists, trying to stay calm. Everyone watches you and the white-haired guy, noticing the heavy tension growing between you. Kid is the first to break the silence.
"Do you two... know each other?" he asks. You scowl and turn away.
"As a matter of fact, we do. It doesn't matter, though. Come on, we should get to class," you growl. Lord Death gives a soft chuckle.
"Eager to get started already? Very well then, here are your schedules. Good luck~!" You raise an eyebrow as you and Caleb take your schedules.
Good luck?
Kid waves to you and says,"Come on, [Name]."
As you and your meister pass by Mr. Red-Eyes, you glare at him harshly.
"I'll get you back for this, idiot," you say so only he can hear. He scoffs.
"Tch, whatever." You scowl, following Kid out of the Death Room.

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As you follow Kid to your class, you occupy yourself with daydreaming about ways to get revenge on Mr. Red-Eyes. You chuckle to yourself as you imagine one of the guillotine decorations falling on his head.
"So, [Name], how do you know Soul?" Kid asks. You look at him blankly, still imagining a decapitated head rolling on the floor.
"Who?" you ask. Liz rolls her eyes.
"Soul 'Eater' Evans, you know- white hair, red eyes, rides a motorcycle? How do you know him?" Oh, so that's his name. You look at Kid and frown.
"He ran over my foot a few weeks ago," you say with a grimace. Patty snorts while Liz sighs. Kid's golden eyes widen, and so do Caleb's deep blue ones. You forgot that you never told him how you got your crutches.
"Oooh, ouch," Caleb says, wincing. You shrug.
"I'll get him back, though." Liz laughs when you crack your knuckles.
"Well, here we are. Crescent Moon Class." Kid pushes open the door into a large ampitheater-style classroom. You and Caleb walk in, stopping all conversation in the room.
"Ah, Kid. Are these the new students?" says a voice. You look towards the front of the room, where a tall, gray-haired man is zooming towards you on a desk chair. You hear muffled laughter from the class as his seat topples over in front of you. He gets up and dusts himself off, readjusting the cigarrette in his mouth.
"Hello, you two. I am Professor Stein. And what might your names be?" Your meister smirks and points a thumb at himself.
"The name's Caleb Grayson. This here is my partner, [Name] [Surname]," Caleb says. You tuck a hand into your pocket, nodding slightly at the professor, who grins eerily at you. You frown slightly.
"Ah, excellent! Two more specimens for me to dissect," he whispers quietly. Your jaw drops.
What does he mean by 'dissect'? Is he insane? you wonder. Talk about a 'loose screw' .
You look at Kid, who stands behind you with amusement all over his face. You frown and turn your attention back to Doctor Nutjob, who is messing with something in his hair. You shift to the side a little to see what he's fiddling with. Oh my god, you think. He has an actual SCREW in his HEAD!!!!!
You force yourself to look at the crazy teacher, and try not to imagine his brains being blended into gooey gray mush.
"U-um, can we take a seat now? My legs are kinda tired from standing," you say nervously. Professor Stein chuckles and waves a hand at the middle row.
"Ah, yes. Of course. You may sit next to Ox Ford, in the center over there." He points to a kid with a bald head and large swirly glasses, who is staring at you with a smitten gaze
Oh, goody, you think. One minute in class and I've got an admirer already.
Caleb thanks Professor Stein and helps you to your seat, which is (unfortunately) right next to Four-Eyes. You fidget a little, trying hard to avoid eye contact with your bald neighbor. Stein goes back to his 'teaching', which apparently involves cutting open multiple animals for his personal entertainment. You sigh and put your head on the desk.
"Pardon me, Miss," says a voice. It sounds like it's coming from the kid next to you. You lift your head reluctantly.
"Mm-hm, yeah what is it?" you grumble. Four-Eyes' cheeks turn red, and he rubs his hands together nervously. He occasionally sneaks a glance at a girl with pink hair, who doesn't seem to notice.
"Y-you see, I-I was wondering if a lovely lady such as yourself w-would like to join me for l-lunch after class today," he stutters. Caleb snorts beside you, having heard Baldy's invitation. You sweatdrop and let out a nervous laugh, unsure of how to turn the poor guy down. You look to Caleb for help, but he's too busy trying to contain his laughter. You groan in annoyance.
"Sorry Four-Eyes, I don't do lunch dates," you say plainly. You can't help but feel bad for the guy, whose head droops a little at your answer. You sigh. "Maybe some other time, alright?" He cheers up at the offer.
"Yes! Thank you!" he exclaims. You sweatdrop.
"Hehe, sure thing..."