The Ripple Effect [Stein x Reader]

Speeches

A bored expression was laid across your face as your arms were crossed over your chest, that ever-so familiar look of boredom splayed across your face. Students were beginning to pile in with their groups of friends, chatting and conversing with no care in the world whilst they awaited a speech that would be made by the ever-so-loved Lord Death. The idle chit-chat buzzed in the space between your ears, rendering it difficult for you to think clearly about anything else other than the children that you were about to betray very soon. This thought made your throat become very dry, and for you stomach to churn with a sick feeling that you had never experienced before. But this quick moment of emotions soon phased over, a very dreary feeling now playing in the pit of your stomach.

Though, with your body seemingly at a numbing lull with itself, the space between your ears still buzzed ferociously with the conversations of other students, causing a tingling sensation to nip at your nerves and shoot up your arms and through every aspect of your body. It was a . . . relaxing feeling. Something that you had not felt at all in your life time- The ability to not be on edge. Unnerved and never satisfied with the place you were in life. It was border-lining the sensation of sleep. But not even your sleep felt so relaxing, as the chill darkness was usually speckled with nightmares and absolute horror.

"Miss. (Name), are you alright?" Inquired a very soft-sounding female voice, breaking through the numb feeling that you had been feeling and snapping you back into grim reality. Your eyes shot down to the owner of the voice, who was none other than the kind-hearted Maka Albarn herself.

"I'm fine, Miss. Albarn" Was your bleak answer to her question, remaining seemingly impassive to her small (yet very well-toned) hand that was resting on your shoulder, avoiding bright green hues that were starring up at you with absolute concern for your well-being. "You look very nice" You stated, shifting the conversation away from yourself. It was a true statement, though. Maka Albarn looked very nice. It appeared as though she had her own, unique, sense of style. Something that you had initially doubted that she had. But the world had proved you wrong, it so seemed.

"Thank you!" Maka beamed at the compliment, "You look very nice as well" Smiled the girl, fiddling with the end of her purple dress with that smile still wearing on her face.

The dress that you were wearing yourself was very simply- Much like the purple dress that Maka was wearing. Simplicity wise, though. It wasn't as 'modest' as Miss. Maka Albarn's dress. Rather than being purple, such as Medusa Gorgon's or Maka Albarn's, it was pitch black. And short. It wasn't loose- Rather, it hugged every aspect of your body and had relatively no back, except for the one strip of clothing across the back of your shoulder-blades that held the entire back together. Every inch of skin from the small of your back to your in between the shoulder blades happened to be very visible. But what could you say? You absolutely loved your fabulous body, and (secretly) enjoyed showing off your body just the way it was. The confidence you had in your looks was something to be admired.

"It's not too revealing?" You questioned, bringing your hands to rub the strapless shoulders nervously. Only now had you felt a wave of inward embarrassment come over you as you realized that perhaps you were a little bit too open about your confidence in your body.

"Well," Maka began, slowly, "It is revealing in the back. But I bet you could have men eating at the palm of your hand!" Though Maka said that with enthusiasm, she said it with a bit of a sour tone in her voice. Perhaps, you thought, she was thinking about her father when she said that.

"I suppose so, Miss Albarn. It seems as though you might already have one munching out of your own" You replied, a smile not cracking on your thin lips. No, you were too anxious for things such as smiling.

"Are you referring to Soul?" Maka questioned, looking back to her fluffy-haired friend - Watching as he chatted it up with Death the Kid, in between Kid's formal and polite greetings to incoming guests. "Oh, no!" Exclaimed Maka, holding her hands up, "We don't work that way!"