Soul was getting antsy. He was growing more and more impatient by the second.

"Could you take any longer?"

"Shut up, I'm almost done! Death, don't get your panties in a bunch… "

"Going by how long you're taking, I'm more worried about yours…"

Maka grumbled under her breath and redirected her focus on her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Picking up her mascara, she began to apply the finishing touches to her makeup. Maybe if she spruced herself up a little more than usual and changed things up a bit, then maybe, just maybe, Soul would finally notice her as more than just his flat chested meister. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling tingly at the excitement of her new look, when –

bambambambambambambam

"Hurry it up, Maka, we're already late! In case you haven't noticed, we have school to attend to -"

Maka swung the door open, interrupting Soul's door banging. "Okay, okay, calm down, I'm ready. Jeez, since when have you cared so much about school anyways?"

Soul had no response. He was speechless. His meister had ditched her usual plaid-skirt-and-combat-boots getup and had replaced it with a glittery tank top, form-fitting shorts, and a pair of high top converse. His jaw dropped. Damn, those curves… and those eyes! Her eyes were just so striking today…

"Soul? SOUL!? Hello, Earth to Soul…" Maka called. Soul snapped out of his trance. Moving on pure desire, he stepped up, held her shoulders and kissed her. Sparks flew, Maka moaned, Soul smiled at her little outburst, Maka blushed ferociously. Then common sense got the better of Soul, and he broke the embrace.

"Time for school," Soul said reluctantly. He turned and began to walk out the door, but changed his mind and walked back to his meister. Maka's cheeks turned pink as Soul entwined his fingers in his.

"Thanks for being late," Soul said, smiling his signature toothy grin.