A/N: This is my first FanFic. Hope you guys like it! This started out as a quick project then I started writing it... And it's going to be a couple of chapters now. I will hopefully update soon.
This is all based off the anime, I haven't read the manga yet, but I'm planning on reading it eventually. I love this show and its characters! I'm trying to keep the characters, well, 'In-character' so tell me how I'm doing.
Please review.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Soul Eater or any of its characters.

"Maka?"

"Hm?" Maka hummed, acknowledging she was listening even though she didn't look up from her book.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence until Maka realized that he never answered. "Soul, is something wrong?" She marked her page and closed the book in her lap. Looking up, the first thing she noticed was that he was now standing directly in front of her instead of where he was a second ago in the doorway. Second, he was really close, his legs brushing against her knees from where she sat on the couch. "Um, Soul-"

Soul bent forward and placed his hands on her thighs then pressed his forehead against hers. Stunned, Maka didn't pull away, "What are you doing?"

He stayed silent and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose and exhaling slowly through his mouth. His hot breath blew upon her face and caused a shiver to go down her spine. The smell of mint filled her nostrils.

"Nothing." he breathed as he pushed himself upright and walked out of the room. Maka heard shuffling then the bathroom door close. A few seconds later the shower started running.

She didn't move from where she was sitting on the couch, her brows furrowed with concern. What was going on with Soul lately? He hadn't completely been himself this whole week. Pushing her worries to the back of her mind she went back to reading. He'll tell me when he's ready to talk.

"Soul! Dinner's ready!" Maka called over the sound of the microwave fan running. A pot of noodles sat on the stove while she took out some bowls from the cabinets. Usually Soul would already be at the table ready to devour his food, but he hadn't come out of his room since his shower.

"Soul! Come eat before it gets cold!" Maka prepared two bowls of ramen and poured their drinks. After realizing that he wasn't going to come out she sighed. Leaving her food on the counter, she walked over to Soul's closed door. "Hey Soul…" She knocked gently on the wood, "Can I come in?"

No response.

Maka turned the knob and cautiously opened the door, peering around it into the dimly lit room. Soul was sitting on the floor leaning against the side of his bed, headphones around his neck like it was a second thought. He glanced up at her, a painful expression in his crimson eyes before it quickly disappeared and was replaced with his normal bored look. But Maka had seen the flicker of his true emotions, the ones he hid so well behind his 'cool' façade. "'Sup?" He started to stand, rearranging his jacket so he could stuff his hands in its pockets.

"I brought you your dinner," Maka held out the bowl of noodles, tilting her head to the side a bit, silently questioning him.

"What?" he scowled, taking the steaming bowl and retreating back to his bed, slumping back down to the floor.

"What do you mean 'What?" Maka barked, "You're the one that's been acting funny all week!"

Soul swirled his spoon around in the broth, gently blowing on the scalding liquid, "Sorry, I just can't help being so hilarious." he grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Maka's expression softened, though she was still irritated, "Is something wrong?" She went over and slid down beside him.

"Yea, your underdeveloped chest," he teased.

Maka ignored the frequent insult, "Look, you can talk to me, okay? I'm here to listen to whatever you've got going on. Just remember that."

"Mkay," he slurped on a mouthful of noodles, spilling broth down his chin.

"Ugh, you are such a slob," Maka stood up, "Let me get you some napkins." She left the room then returned a moment later balancing a roll of paper towels, two glasses of milk, and her bowl of ramen. After handing the paper towels to Soul, she returned to her spot beside him on the floor, absently eating her food.

"When's that project due?" Soul broke the silence.

"The one for Professor Stein's class? Um, next Thursday. Have you started on it yet? It counts as twenty-five percent of your grade, so I wouldn't screw it up."

"Eh. I'll get it done. What's today? Saturday? I have time." He noisily slurped down the rest of the broth and gulped down his milk in one swig.

Maka sighed knowing he would still wait until the last minute then stay up all night finishing it.

Soul set his dishes aside and leaned back against the mattress, his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes, humming quietly to himself.

Once Maka was finished with her food she gathered up both their dirty dishes and wandered into the kitchen.

Soul lazily opened one eye as she left the room, watching her long legs stride into the hallway. He listened to her washing the dishes in the sink, singing a familiar tune off the radio. The clattering of glasses bumping each other as she set them in the drying rack signaled that her task was complete. Soft footsteps on the carpet shuffled into the bathroom and the door closed. Soon the sound of water running reached his ears along with the faint lyrics of his meister singing in the shower. She claimed she was a terrible singer and would never sing in public, but he got the privilege of hearing her melodic voice every once in a while. No, she definitely wasn't the best at singing, but she wasn't bad either.

The bathroom door opened about ten minutes later, and Maka headed into the living room with a towel around her shoulders, finger-combing through her damp hair. Soul pushed himself off the ground and followed her into the living room. He found her curled up in the corner of the couch wearing a tank top and pajama shorts; book in hand with her nose stuck in it. He went and plopped down beside her, his shoulder touching her bare arm and his knee pressed against hers.

Maka stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye, but he was looking ahead, oblivious to her gaze. She went back to reading and Soul didn't speak, he just sat there occasionally reading along with her then getting bored and staring into space again.

Soul shifted his position so his arms were spread out along the back of the couch, one behind Maka's head. She didn't look up; not until he started absently twisting strands of her ashy blonde hair around his fingers.

Maka sighed and was about to comment when she thought better of it and continued reading. Half and hour passed and she started to grow drowsy, fighting to keep her eyes open. Soul had already dozed off beside her and was snoring softly. She ended up reading the same line about fifteen times before she could comprehend that fact that she couldn't stay awake any longer.

Her grip on the book loosened as Maka let it fall to her lap, losing her page. Her head leaned to her left until it met with Soul's shoulder. The smell of his deodorant was the last thing she remembered before falling into a peaceful sleep.