It was another hot day in Death City. Soul was sitting on the couch with no shirt and shorts on. He groaned about the heat in the apartment he shared with his miester, Maka.
"Where is that flat chested girl. There is no way she is still sleeping through that hot ass weather." He looked over at her door, wanting to take a peek inside. "Maybe she isn't here. Wait, she has to be. There is no way she'd leave and not tell me!" Soul's anger rose slightly at the possibility of her leaving him there. He got up quickly and stomped off to her room opening the door; without knocking. "Maka! You bet-" so sentence was cut off when he saw the small topless figure of his Miester. Her skin was tan from all the sun she had gotten over the summer, her body was slim and small, and her chest had grown to at least a B-cup. Soul's nose begun to bleed as he stared at her naked upper half. Maka quickly covered her chest and threw a book at him.
"Get out! Don't you know how to knock, Baka!" She screamed at him with a bright read face. Soul fell to the ground, being hit by the book, he crawled out of the room.
"What the hell? Since when did she get those?" Soul said under his breath as he held his head. He went to the bathroom and cleaned his nosebleed when he noticed Maka's bra in the floor. "Let me just check." He examined the bra's tag that read, B38. "Damn! Almost a C cup." He grinned a toothy grin at the lacy girly-wear.
"What do you think you are doing, you perverted scythe?!" Maka was standing behind the white haired weapon, that was crouched on the ground holding her bra.
"I can explain!" Soul dropped the bra and panicked trying to think of an excuse. Maka quickly grabs her bra and smacks him as she glared. "That is so low, 'Mr. Cool Guy'." She growled in irritation for him. Soul growled with anger.
"What the hell, Maka! It was only a misunderstanding." He held his cheek as he glared back at her. Soul's gave directed towards Maka's chest area for a moment. Her dark read spaghetti string tank top complemented her perfectly plumed chest. Soul couldn't help but think of the sight from earlier.
"Then what is your excuse?" Maka crossed her arms pushing her breast up slightly.
Soul started stuttering trying to find an excuse. "I..I-I was...looking at the tag." He caved in and gave her the truth. He looked away in shame for being caught. "So uncool." He whispered under his breath.
"You're such a perv." She marched off to her room in anger and slams her door. Soul flinched slightly at the loud slam; then let out a sigh.
"I need to apologize." He rubbed the back of his neck and slowly walked to her door. He softly gave a quiet knock. "Maka?"