A/N: Here is the oneshot collection, mostly full of drabbles from prompts on tumblr. Credit goes to Billy Joel and his song 'Pianoman' for the title of the collection.

Prompt was: SoMa, "I'm trying to flirt with you, OK?" from lueurdelaube whose stuff you definitely go read.

Rating is K+.

Alright, this was officially one of the weirdest things Maka had ever done. Not the weirdest (the 'Maid Debacle' Blair forced her into a year back took that prize) but this was definitely in the top ten. No, scratch that, top five.

As she touched his arm and laughed again, Soul couldn't help be confused. What was she doing? Was she trying to flirt with him or something? Pfft, who as he kidding? Maka Albarn didn't flirt with anybody, especially not her weapon, no matter how much he wished it.

But the fact remained that ever since she joined him on the couch for movie night she had been, well, touchy-feely. And not their usual brand of touchy-feely which entailed draping all over each other and falling asleep in uncomfortable positions. No, this was Maka gently touching his arm when she laughed and brushing up against him lightly when she shifted, almost deliberately. Had he been watching, he probably would have cringed. Couldn't they just, y'know, actually cuddle? Like usual?

She looked at him from under her lashes and twirled some of her hair around her finger. Fuck. It was adorable but she kinda looked like one of his fangirls and that was an off putting thought. While the idea of Maka maybe trying to flirt with him actually made him really happy and made him believe that maybe he actually had a chance, it was weird as hell.

He would have preferred she just act normal because their normal was to act like a couple without the kissing or sex. Which he kind of really wanted as well. But that wasn't important right now.

"What are you doing?" he finally asked, a little incredulously.

She blinked and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

His brows furrowed slightly. "This," he said and gestured at her with a wave of his hand. "You're acting weird."

She looked away and was silent for a moment. "Good weird or bad weird?" Her tone was hesitant as she met his eyes again.

How the hell was he meant to answer that? "Uhh, just weird."

She pouted. "I'm not being any different. You're imagining things Soul."

He bristled. "No I'm not. You're being weird and...touching me!"

She raised an eyebrow. "I think you're the weird one here."

"Arrgh," he groaned and rubbed his face. "You're not touching me like normal. And you keep laughing and playing with your hair." She opened her mouth to speak but he interrupted her, "I know you know what I'm talking about."

Her mouth clicked shut. She clenched her fists around the hem of sleep shorts and looked away, biting her lip. Eventually she said in a small voice, "Do you not like it?"

"Uhhhh." Oh Death, now what? If he said he liked it, it might tip her off that maybe he had feelings for her which would make her bolt and ruin everything. But if he said he didn't, it'd tell her that he didn't like her attentions and make her bolt and ruin everything. Either way, he was probably screwed.

But...if she was mabyeperhapspossibly flirting with him, then maybe she had feelings for him too? He chewed on the inside of his cheek, watching as she fidgeted. Fuckit, maybe it was time he showed some courage.

"No, I do, but it's, y'know, weird and I'm not really sure what's happening." There, it was out there and his heart felt like it was going to erupt out of his chest with the force of its thundering.

Her cheeks pinked and she shifted, mumbling something under her breath.

"I didn't catch that," he said, leaning closer to hear her.

She took a deep breath and met his eyes, expression almost angry. "I said, I'm trying to flirt with you, Okay?"

And he couldn't help it, he laughed because he was just so relieved.

She squawked and pulled a cushion from behind her to start hitting him. "Don't laugh at me idiot! You said you liked it!"

He continued to laugh as he tried to fend off her attacks until he finally caught her wrist, stopping her furious cushion-beating. Her face was bright red and he chuckled a little before calming, grin spread across his face.

"Alright, sorry, sorry. Just kinda happy." His cheeks pinked as she looked at him in surprise before smiling bashfully. And, because he was a dumbass, he teased, "Does this mean the great Maka Albarn has a crush on her weapon?"

She squawked again and ripped her hand from his grasp to continue beating him, but he quickly reclaimed her wrist before she went to grab something heavier.

"Idiot," he mumbled affectionately. High off this new found information, he tugged her closer and kissed her cheek. At her stunned face he shrugged and said, "Maybe her weapon has a crush on her too."

His cheeks felt hot and she silent just long enough for his stomach to drop but the sheer terror in that moment was worth it when she threw herself at him and kissed him full on the lips.