Okay I wrote this a while ago and found it in my google drive recently. It came from a time when I didn't like publishing drabbles under a thousand words (and before I read the Book of Eibon chapter in the manga), but those times have changed, and I thought this was cute, so here you are. Teenaged Soul dealing with confusing feelings he should not be having for his meister.

Disclaimer: Soul Eater is owned by Atsushi Okubo, and not me.

Cute

Soul Evans was not a big fan of "cute." He had nothing against kittens or puppies or that sort of thing, but he just thought that cute was not a desirable trait in a woman. Woman were supposed to be hot; gorgeous. They were supposed to be tall, curvaceous, with sun-tanned skin and sultry blue eyes. They were confident in themselves, and preferably showed off a bit of skin. Women were like Blair, though she was a cat, and adorable woman was just not a cool guy's type.

That kind of changed when he met Maka Albarn.

At first he hadn't really paid that much attention to her body. He was too busy getting to know her as a partner, and pondering the fact that when he had played the piano for her, she didn't run away, but decided to be his meister. After a while though, (being a healthy teenaged boy, who lived with her for god's sake) he began to notice her body, and he had no admit he was not impressed. She was pretty much the opposite of sexy. It wasn't like she was bad looking. She was pretty and very cute, but as he said before, definitely not what a woman should be. So as the became closer as friends he took to making fun of her for having the body of a kid. This often resulted in a maka-chop, but it was usually worth it. At least it would distract her from studying for a few minutes, and even if she was beating on him, it didn't hurt that bad (all the time) and paying attention to him was cooler than studying.

But then things started to change. He started noticing things that he hadn't before, like her long, smooth-looking legs. And things that he used to tease her about (like her chest) became less significant, and (god forbid he say it out loud) a little bit tempting. It didn't help that right around that time she was becoming comfortable around him, and showing off more and more skin around their apartment. Especially her legs in that god damned miniskirt, and it was getting distracting!

The most frustrating thing was that he started noticing the other guys that looked at her. She was his meister he told himself, it was his job to protect her, but he couldn't exactly beat up some innocent guy (bastard) for just looking at her. He was guilty of it himself after all. He just hoped it wasn't as obvious when he starred as it was when others did. He kept telling himself that he had no idea what he was feeling when he caught another guy checking her out, but he knew exactly why. He was jealous. He didn't want anyone to see her except for him. He'd even gone so far as to ask her to start wearing jeans instead of skirts, and when she asked him why, he quickly fabricated a lie by telling her that wearing a pleated skirt just made her look more like a child. This of course resulted in a maka-chop.

Even worse he started getting that girly, annoying feeling in his stomach whenever he saw her do some random little thing. The way she curled up in a little ball on the couch when she was particularly invested in a book. The crease between her eyes when she glared and the dimples when she smiled. Her little giggle that made his day about 1000x better when he was the one causing it.

He started having all the kinds of thoughts that he should definitely not be having about his adorable meister.

He had always cared about bond between a meister and his/her weapon was not something that could be recreated. Even more impressive was that she had managed to resonate with him so easily. He knew damn well that he was a stubborn soul, and she wasn't that much better. Not that they had tried very much, but Soul doubted either of them could resonate with anyone but each other for a significant amount of time. That resonance was a special bond that they shared, only them, and the thought made Soul's stomach lift.

Soul thought about all this as he lay in his bed late at night. (The innuendo had idly crossed his mind that he should not be thinking of her in bed, but he ignored the thought.)He cared about Maka too much, and it was confusing the hell out of him. She was his meister damnit! She wasn't supposed to be a woman to him anyway. Well, she was, but he was supposed to see her a friend, a partner, not be attracted to her! Especially with her tiny structure and lack of curves and nerdy bookworm-ness. She was Maka! Soul sighed, and turned to bury his face in his pillow. This is what he gets for thinking about all this at once. He decided to ignore the problem tonight, and maybe he'd try to figure it out better tomorrow.

Drifting asleep that night, the last of Soul's thoughts were of his meister. His nerdy, kindhearted, violent, strong, beautiful Maka.

Soul decided that he liked cute.