A/N: I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters.

If You Must Go, Then Go.

"Maka, if you want to, you can go."

He calls her tiny tits for the first time, and she hits him over the head with a book in response.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore. Dammit, Maka, stop being so stubborn."

She smiles at him after their first victory, and he knows.

"I'll be fine, promise." He tries a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

She really is terrible at basketball.

Flatline. Soul's eyes widen and the tears halt on his face.

There's a strange kind of beauty to her face after battle, even when it's covered in blood.

He drops her hand.

"Why pigtails?" he asks one day. She shrugs and replies simply, "I like them."

Someone pushes him out of the way and forces him out of the room.

She bandages his arm after a particularly hard fight. Her touch is gentle.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't feel.

She makes him dance with her against his will. He'll never admit that he actually enjoys it.

He stood there, frozen. Numb.

She laughs at one of his jokes.

"Wait," he choked out. He shook his head. This couldn't happen.

They held hands before he transformed.

He wasn't ready. Not yet.

They're so green.

Soul burst back into the room where doctors were working furiously.

She wrapped her arms around him on his motorbike.

"I lied, Maka, I won't be fine." He pushed through the protesting doctors trying to get to her. "Did you hear me? I won't be fine!"

"Hey, bookworm," he greeted, and she smiled back at him.

"You can't leave me!" He was getting desperate. Everyone in the room was silent. "Maka!"

"Partners?" She extended her arm towards him.