Soul was beyond pissed- not only did he fail to actually get a witch’s soul but now he had to look his failure in the face every day. Not to mention you hated his guts for trying to kill you.. which doesn’t even make sense because you forgave Maka! But no, day in and day out it was always insults or teasing from you. Now he had to go on a mission with you? Great. Soul had gotten into more fights with you than even Maka.. and that's really saying something.

But you finally crossed the line- you really struck a nerve with the constant back talk! So it was time to teach you some damn manners. It may be a little twisted but he was raging hard just at the very idea of teaching you a lesson. The cold stone of the surrounding buildings presses against your back as the evening air chills your skin.

“Now you’ve done it-” Soul hisses out, shooting you a glare from where he was crouched. The mission was a simple watch and report- but with you it felt like hell! “stupid fuckin’ witch, always acting like you're better than me.” Soul scoffs, shifting onto his feet. “let’s see how high and mighty you are after I turn you into a whimpering mess!” Soul yells, immediately reaching out to grab you by the collar of your shirt. Before you had time to sputter a reply, Soul had spun you around and pushed your face against the stone wall of a nearby building. His other hand forcefully pressed down against the lower half of your back to make you arch before he presses his swollen bulge against your backside.