Fliers, Soul decided, are the most insane part about college.
But really, it was the people who handed them out that scared the hell out of him.
The first time he encountered them had been orientation day, the flurry of brightly colored papers and cheerful faces promising him a good time. He politely declined most of them, completely ignored others, and flipped off some of the ruder ones. The experience was enough to make Soul promptly avoid anyone passing something out for the rest of semester (lest he suffer death by fliers).
Which is why Soul took the path around the Student Center, even if it was longer. Which is why Soul had to sprint across the path most days to avoid being tardy. Which is why it wasn't really Soul's fault that he came barreling into someone at break neck speed. Which is why he wasn't responsible for the plethora of fliers that went in all directions when he crashed into said someone. Which is why, Soul thought, it was completely unwarranted when the girl he ran into demanded he help her pick up every single flier, especially when she had been carrying more than she should have been able to.
It had been rather funny, he later recalled, seeing her expression. Green eyes wide, mouth opened in surprise, and hands positioned as if she were still holding the stack, it had taken all but two seconds before she was up and demanding he help her clean. Soul had felt bad about it, really he had, but he had a class to get to so sorry pigtails but maybe next time. There was no way he could have seen her hand reach out and grab him by the jacket, promising death by paper cuts unless he helped.
"This is so uncool," Soul grumbled under his breath. The wind had scattered a good chunk of them across the courtyard and he was officially late for his class.
"Shut up and get moving, Sharkface." Green Eyes scowled.
She looked like some psycho librarian, arms clutching at too many fliers at once pigtails askew. Soul sighed and helped her arrange what she had in her hands, already resigning himself to his fate.
"Seriously, why would you even be carrying that much fliers?" he complained.
"I doubt anyone cares too much about the." Soul squinted at the advertisement, "Sophomore Spring Fling."
Maka, whose name he found out only after he'd call her pigtails and she responded with a book spine in his skull, rolled her eyes.
"Wrong side, genius."
Soul flipped the paper over and saw "LGBTQIA+ Meeting" printed in bold."We're having some informative meetings for any freshmen who feel like asking questions." Maka stated, gouging his reaction.
"Seems pretty cool, always wondered what those meetings were like." he said.
His reaction seemed satisfactory because next thing he knew, Maka started talking about her friend Crona who was nonbinary, and Tsubaki who was bisexual, and Jackie and Kid and Kim and Black*Star and a lot of other people Soul couldn't remember. Of course, that led to Soul bringing up Wes and his adventures with a pansexual brother, which made no sense because since when did he talk about his brother with anyone let alone strangers. He blamed her eyes, they had a way of making him forget what he was saying.
Three hours later, after recounting the time his brother's boyfriend had snuck into his room by mistake, and Soul found himself seated in class, unable to get those green eyes out of his mind.
As he looked in his bag for a pen he found a neon green flier peeking out from in between his books, a phone number written in neat print.