Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.
Evans. A surname many girls of all ages attach to their first names in their fantasies. One that would make celebrities seem low class. Even the people who avoid gossip like the plague know it. That's the weight that name carries.
Least to say, when an Evans was going to enrol in XX University the whole country knew about it. Scary, how news travel fast.
Amidst this hustling mass of overenthusiastic humans, a tiny 19-year-old female by the name of Maka Albarn had set off to buy her groceries for the week, paying no mind to the Evans hype that overtook her town. With her trusty ear buds in, and Skrillex bleeding through the little speakers to the area around her, Maka had ensured her interaction with said humans would stay at the bare minimum.
She was kind of in a rush. She had an assignment for Figure Drawing that she hadn't even started on due to a little imagination block. And when I say little, I mean HUGE. The assignment was fairly simple, draw a human of the opposite gender in a pose that says how you feel. The second part she had no trouble in, she was BORED. The thing was she couldn't imagine someone from the opposite gender in a bored position with enough details to draw. Why? Well, because Figure drawings are nudes.
The instructor had told them that they would get best results if they were to get someone to model for them. Up until now, Maka had no need for a model, she could either draw a female body from thought or (when she can't seem to get the proportions right) strip and sit in front of her mirror and draw herself. Super simple.
But not this time. Oh no. Maka had never seen a male fully naked outside her biology books. To be honest, she didn't WANT to see a male naked. No, she doesn't play for the other team. She just knew that males were a bunch of lying, cheating idiots with too much libido for their own good. She knew that from experience, her papa being the grandest example to date in her data base of cheating assholes. Her papa cheated on her mama all the time, and when her mama had had enough, she packed and left, leaving nothing but the paranoid advice to her daughter, warning her about how all men are copies of her papa, and they aren't to be trusted.
This protagonist of ours was too wrapped up in her heated angry thoughts (stupid assignment, stupid instructor, stupid men, stupid papa) before she noticed that it was her turn to check out. Emptying her basket and paying for her purchases, she stepped out to the street and started her journey back to her apartment, this time without music. The crazy beats and her anger were too venomous for her brain to process and she would have ended up with a migraine if she had kept them.
She went back to the limited list of males that had a shred of decency whom she knew. Kid would have been her number one choice if it weren't for a rumour going around that they were what was commonly called "friends with benefits". She didn't want to feed the fire (mainly because Kid seemed to have a crush on a girl called Liz and she didn't want to ruin his chances with her). Her second choice was Havar. He was a VERY level headed guy, he wouldn't think too much of her request but his looks were kind of peculiar (the glasses, the hair, pretty hard to miss), making it kind of obvious who she had drawn.
Ox was a no-no. She hated the guy's guts, despite the fact that she found him to be from the rare breed of men who dedicated themselves to one woman (a girl named Kim, he won't shut up about her). That only left her two choices: Kilk and Black*Star. Kilk had a fan base that followed him everywhere (he was a rather talented boxer and a great basketball player) so he's out of the question.
And then there's Black*Star.
To be frank, he wouldn't go about telling everyone about it because he would understand, he was her childhood friend after all, but seeing him butt naked would traumatize her, because, to her, he was her brother, and one doesn't want to have their brother model for them in the nude.
Things got worse when it started to rain.
Now if you've ever HEARD about deserts you'd know that desert rain meant you'd get drenched faster than you can say OH SHIT.
And that's exactly what happened to her.
I think it's obvious that today wasn't Maka's lucky day.