Ah, another drabble challenge! This one is strictly SoMa and rating will fluctuate.
Word Count: 433
Rating: T
Summary: The art of holding hands with Maka Albarn.
1. Holding Hands
This act was nothing new. She was used to it while they were confined at home, it was definitely something which they had made a habit of. She couldn't remember when it had started, but when it happened it just felt right, so who was she to stop him from doing it? It was something they both clearly and thoroughly enjoyed, so why the fuck stop?
They usually did it at the sofa while watching movies, she would scoot closer to him, snuggling against his firm chest and just then his hand would find it's way to her stomach and there they would lock fingers, staying still while watching the movie and sometimes even falling asleep in the same position.
This was nothing new, yet why was she blushing so fiercely today when it happened? They had been walking down the halls of DMWA, too close for their own good, knuckles brushing with every arm swing until he got too annoyed and held her hand in his as they made their way down to Stein's classroom.
He casually glanced at her and choked a chuckle, and he could've sworn her pigtails perked up as her curious wide, green eyes stared at him and a tiny pout - one full of questioning - crept it's way to her lips. "You look cute when you blush," He finished as she pulled her hand away from his and started stomping her way to the classroom, not realizing that it seemed like all her blood had gone to her face.
Soul sighed and hurried his pace behind his meister, finally reaching the classroom and sitting down next to her, "That was so not cool, Maka." He sat down and slumped into his chair at her left side.
"Then stop making fun of me!" She growled as he chuckled once more.
He eyed her, "It's just so easy to make you flush." He added as pink dusted her cheeks once more, "See?" He chuckled once more, but this time his smile was met with a Maka-chop. "What the fuck, woman? That hurts!" He added as he cradled his head in both of his hands. "So not cool, Maka." He muttered as he placed one of his arms on the table in front of him and lowered his head to rest, closing his eyes.
"You asked for it." She said as she took out her notebook and felt his right hand hold her left one.
"Just wake me up when class is over." He added, not noticing the slight blush that posed on her cheeks and her merry smile.
