Fight
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.
They were trained to kill, to fight.
It was simply in her blood since she was a meister, she couldn't resist a fight.
The downside to that very need of hers was when it came to her friendships.
It was perfectly normal for Soul and Maka to bicker, natural even. But as weeks past, the bickers eventually turn into full-blown arguments; which turn into screaming matches.
The screaming matches have one of them leave the apartment while the other buries their face in their pillow and cries.
That one person comes back home at 2 in the morning, carrying a box of their partner's favorite chocolate. As the person kicks off their shoes, thoughts of what to say to their partner comes up.
The person walks over to their partner's room, opening the door quietly, and making way to their bed.
Their partner had fallen asleep hours ago with a wet face and pillow, making the returnee swallow down their guilt.
Silently, the person puts the box of chocolate on the bedside table. The weapon lays next to her on the bed, pulling her close.
"I'm sorry." He says, fighting back tears.
"Me too." Her voice cracks as she buries her face in his chest.
For them, it's easier to fight kishins. Having the blood of those disgusting creatures were the easiest fights.
The hardest were always the ones between each other.
But they always knew how to get through a fight, together.
Here's yet another fanfiction for SoMa week.
Review if you like.
Until next time!
-That Person