Okay, it's not my first SE story or the first story at all, but it's kind of experimental.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Soul Eater © Atsushi Ōkubo
They just have to persuade some punk not to quit DWMA, because - oh, serious - they're ones of the best even for the badass Spartoi group, and Soul is a Deathscythe.
He's terribly stubborn, that Colin, and Maka begins to lose her patience (it's not like she is that type of person anyway), and maybe soon her sleepy partner will see some amazing battle between her temper and loyalty to Shinigami's orders.
"What conditions?" Maka's voice is dark and deep, she's trying her best not to scream and hit the boy's face with one of her textbooks. All of them. Her anger is so clear and visible, that Soul can't hold back a chuckle, amused a little - someone else except him and Black Star managed to get such a reaction from his short-tempered meister. It is very funny to watch how little brat perks and plays on Maka's nerves. Forcing him in any meanings is not allowed - and the boy knows that.
"People say, you're the one less flirty in the Spartoi. True? Let's change it - kiss me." Colin smiles self-confidently, sure of his impunity.
Maka stops, silent and still, trying to switch her thought process from persuading to understanding, and for a few moments they both just look at each other, green against grey, totally forgetting about the third person in the auditory.
Then the table cracks under the third's weight and Colin can't even scream, while Maka protests from being pushed aside and down.
Later on, she rants on Soul, fury and a little distressed, despite the fact that they were praised by Shinigami himself for doing such a great job.
"We're so lucky Shinigami-sama didn't notice anything! That Colin had, you know, his nostril bleeding!" Maka cries, clutching her bag.
"It's your fault" growls Soul, slamming his locker's door "it was you who pulled my arm, he was lucky I managed to transform it back in time."
"That's your meaning of luck? He had a scythe in his nose!"
"Yeah, nothing pleasurable for me!"
But Maka is not the one to be settled down so easily, he knows and keeps listen to her angry expatiations with somewhat gloomy face, which satisfy her a little.
She doesn't know that it's because he's confused - he was happy, ecstatic, growling at the guy and pulling his scythearm right at that smug face, seeing the brat getting pale and not able to say a word - and Soul doesn't, does not like the fact.