A/N: I chose to make this a college AU and have Soul be an aspiring musician who has a voice of an angel that Maka falls head over heels for. Also, I made Black*Star's name change to Blake Barrett so that Black*Star could be his stage name as he is also a rapper and relatively good DJ. I've had this idea for quite a while but I never really flushed it out like I wanted until recently.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of its characters, because Maka and Soul would definitely be canon if that were case.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, underage drinking, and smoking of cigarettes.


Maka Albarn hadn't been expecting to be dragged along to some music festival when she suggested having a relaxing evening with her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend, who also happened to be her annoying childhood neighbor growing up in Death City, Nevada. Her idea of a relaxing evening would have been reading a novel and drinking hot tea while sitting on the couch in a old vintage shirt with a pair of basketball shorts that she had stole from Blake's last visit to her and Tsubaki's apartment. But not before washing them, of course, because she did not want to contract any diseases from Blake at all.

However, things just didn't work in her favor for tonight and she was ultimately stuck as a third wheel in the back of Blake's 2018 Black Jeep Wrangler with no means of escape as Tsubaki thought it would be a funny joke as to put both doors in the backseat on child lock. The only thing good about tonight was her appearance and outfit―long ash blonde hair straight down instead of her usual style of pigtails, a black choker around her delicate cream neck, a black off-shoulder top with a pair of high-waisted vintage shorts, and original Adidas sneakers to top it off.

She had skipped out with the makeup routine because she did not really like a lot of makeup clogging her pores and instead she settled for pastel pink lip gloss that only highlighted the natural pink of her full lips. Tsubaki had lent her some hoop earrings that were the size of a quarter to go with the multiple studs that were pierced in along each of her earlobes, thinking that was all she needed to potentially find a hookup tonight.

"She's sulking again, Star. I hope she's not mad at me for forcing her to come tonight. I just wanted her to have some real fun for once." Tsubaki whispered to Blake, as she looked back at Maka in the driver's mirror with guilt filling her eyes. "She's always locked in her room with her nose in a book and I don't believe that's healthy."

"I'm sure she's not mad at you, Baki. You're her favorite best friend in the whole world and the best girlfriend a man could have, not even she can be pissed at you for longer than 4 hours. Maka just has to pull that stick from her ass and then she'll be―FUCK!" Blake's speech was cut off by Maka's sneaker connecting harshly with his thick skull that adorned a brain the size of a damn pea and now a size 6 dent as a result of his non-filtered insult towards the girl.

"Firstly, I can hear you both seeing as your whispering skills suck. Secondly, Tsubaki, I'm not entirely mad at you but the fact that my planned evening was ruined is a part of my bad mood. Finally, Blake. You being you is a problem in itself." Maka listed as she grabbed her shoe from Blake's lap and placed it back on her feet.

Blake and Tsubaki nodded in silence as they continued forth with their journey to the Desert of Death, the place of where the music festival was being held and their destination for tonight. In the back, Maka leaned on the window as she focused her gaze on the beautiful sunset of the Nevada desert plains, to take her mind off the definite wild night she was soon to endure and probably regret if she knew there would be others like Blake there.

The truck finally came to a stop as Blake parked his vehicle in a space close to an extravagant white BMW M4 that looked as though it probably belonged to the richest man alive. Maka wasn't expecting a local music festival to feature celebrities and only really believed indie bands and aesthetic artists would be performing―maybe she'd see one of her favorite artists by chance tonight.

"Albarn, welcome to the Desert of Death music festival! Do try and have some fun tonight instead of becoming an introvert and hiding by all the virgin drinks like you do when we go out to clubs. Trust me on this one." Blake exclaims as he pulled two lawn chairs for himself and Tsubaki from the trunk of his Jeep and threw Maka hers with ease, as expected of someone who worked out daily and trained as a pro MMA fighter for a while. "Watch where you throw that, Blake! Not all of us have the upper body strength of a gorilla like you do, okay."

"We better head in before we miss the performances, guys. Maka, feel free to do anything you please and try not to stick to yourself the whole night. As your best friend and roommate, I give you full permission to bring home a guy and hook up with him. Just have fun and let go tonight!" Tsubaki encouraged whilst pushing Maka along into the crowded space of the festival, occasionally bumping shoulders with random people and running into things. Maka could only chuckle at Tsubaki's antics and nod at her so that she would be released, though that didn't stop her from noticing how much Blake had an influence over the usually timid girl. It was like a case of 'good girl gone halfway bad'.


As the crew shuffled through the crowds of sweaty people and parading folks, they came across a field of people waiting to see whatever band was set to play in a few minutes and it seemed as though the performers were well-known, considering the crowd. Maka was never one for music and instruments as they were practically foreign to her and she did not have a talent for music like Blake did or a good ear like Tsubaki―to her, music was a drug that she always heard of but never attempted to try. Blake and Tsubaki had found a nice space close to the stage but not so close that their eardrums would burst from the loud festival music and set up their lawn chairs in a secluded corner that isolated them from prying eyes. All Maka could do was roll her eyes at the couple in playful disgust and hope that one day that'd be her with her dream beau, though she was not in a rush to find him.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! To our fantastically outrageous Desert of Death Music Festival! Tonight's performers are rising stars and upcoming artists ready to show the world what they are made of so as an audience, let's give them the support and welcome they deserve!" The energetic announcer shouted out to the patient crowd, receiving eager screams in response from intoxicated fans and stoned partygoers that easily irritated Maka by their vociferous tone.

Blake and Tsubaki were watching her closely and snorted at the look of annoyance she displayed, seeing how she clearly was not made out for the festival life or socializing in general. The two enjoyed torturing their bookworm almost as much as they loved being with each other and to see her so uncomfortable in an unfamiliar location was worth the effort―at least in their perspective, of course.

"Our first performer takes the stage with his fresh new song, Supernova! Please welcome Mr. Soul 'Eater' Evans to the stage!" The announcer introduced as Maka watched as a handsome young man with lucious bronze skin and a head full of silver hair adorned with a pair of piercing blood red orbs. She had never seen someone so physically attractive before in her life so close to her and as she observed his broad shoulders that balanced out with his lean yet muscular stature, Maka couldn't help but stare in satisfaction.

I feel like Atlas, I got my back stretched

You wanna grab this, you don't understand this

I keep it oppressed, work on my realness

Reading my manifest, I'll address your request

Soul sang like an angel from heaven sent by God himself and if that had not convinced Maka more to stand from her spot in her lawn chair and start swaying her hips to the smooth beat of the song, then surely Soul's mischievous smirk did. Maka swore to all the gods up above that Soul had directed that sly smile at her as he continued to lure everyone with his angelic voice, but she also thought it was just to add to his already seductive appearance.

I've been waking up drenched in sweat

All my dreams, full of my regret (my regret)

I keep hearing what my mother said

Eyes are open, all I see is red

The way he had hit those high notes for some lines of the song had Maka wrapped around his finger and it wasn't a stretch to think that he had done it intentionally, because even Blake and Tsubaki had noticed the way that Soul had been scanning every inch of Maka's body as though she were next week's groceries. It was even funnier to Blake because he knew the performer on a personal and friendly level, though he wouldn't let that slip until him and Maka have met properly. Maka must've caught on as well, judging by the way she had crossed her arms over her top and twirled her hair around her slim fingers in embarrassment but never broke the eye contact between her and her newfound admirer.

I met you in California

You told me you loved him in Georgia

Your heart's in the ground, frozen over

My heart's in the sky, supernova

By the time his song ended, Soul had everyone in the crowd up on their feet and hollering in satisfying enjoyment along with the cute blonde he had separated from the rest of crowd. She had not been impressed when he first was announced but as she seen him and heard his talented vocals, she slowly fell under his spell just like every other girl he's ever sung in front of―however, she was different because unlike other girls, she had tried to ignore his voice and act as though she was being forced to enjoy his music. She did not want to seem like some desperate and young chick that wanted a quickie in the back of his brand-new sports car, but rather a girl who was actually interested in his music and would like to hear more even on a personal level if given the chance. Soul had gathered this hidden information just by gazing into those adorable shamrock colored eyes that adorned her plump yet sharp facial structure and reading what they were expressing. She was a tricky one, indeed.

As Maka returned to her seat in the lawn chair after that little show, she yearned to see more of that albino performer just as much as he did her but she had not known that. The way that he admired her from afar and picked her of all the girls in the crowd had made her feel special and genuinely adored by a man for the first time in a long time, which did something to her both physically and mentally. He made her flustered by just looking at her and showing off that sharp-toothed smirk of his―and to do that to the Maka Albarn meant that they had something worth her time of day.

"I definitely have to see him again, and soon." And her wish would be granted soon enough with impeccable timing.