The rain steadily beat down on the roof of Soul and Maka's apartment in Death City. It was, an unusually stormy day, especially considering that the normal weather was dry and hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. Maka sat inside, reading a book on the couch. She loved rainy days. They were her favorite. Other than snow, of course, but it NEVER snowed in Death City. It was much too far south. So rain was her favorite. She especially loved the way it smelled. (Despite Soul's many claims that rain had no smell, she still insisted it did)Fresh, clean, crisp, refreshing. There was nothing she loved more. So she opened the window and sat inside reading a book with a cup of hot jasmine tea. And that was how she loved spending her time.
Soul, on the other hand had been out playing basketball when it had begun to rain. He didn't appreciate it as much as Maka. As a matter of fact, you might even say that Soul hated rain. He hated how it ruined basketball games, he hated how it made it so that you couldn't sit down on a bench without making it look like you wet your pants, and he hated how it ruined his hair. Yes, the last reason was petty, but he still hated it. It just had too many downsides. Well, except for the fact that Maka loved it.
When Soul finally got home, he was drenched. He stumbled inside, his eyes dark.
"Soul, did you wait thirty minutes before you decided to come home or something? It's only a five minute walk from the basketball court to our apartment!" Maka chided, slightly amused.
"Blackstar held me up. He was blabbering about how the rain would stop if he did this stupid-ass rain dance." Soul replied grumpily.
"Well go change into different clothes, you're going to catch a cold if you stay in those!" She smirked, knowing how stubborn Blackstar could be.
Soul shuffled off to his room, and Maka sighed. She really should have made him take an umbrella. But there was no use crying over spilt milk, so she decided she wouldn't dwell on it. Shortly after, Soul emerged from his room, wearing dry clothes. He had a blanket over his shoulders and a frown on his face.
"Got any hot chocolate?" He asked.
"Yep. I'll make it for you." Maka said cheerily. She did feel bad for her partner, so making him a hot drink was the least she could do.
"Thanks. You're the coolest partner ever. You know that, right?" Soul cracked a faint smile.
"The two coolest people are the coolest partners ever." Maka grinned.