So this is my first fic!
To be honest, I'm really nervous about posting it o uo
I have an idea of how I want this story to go, but suggestions, pointers, criticism and feedback are always welcome!
As a new writer here, I'm ready to take notes from you all huehue~
Thank you very much for taking the time to read this, and I hope that you enjoy~

"This is so uncool..." Soul muttered as he walked behind Maka, his hands in his pockets. He slouched and dragged his feet, clearly unhappy to be shoe-shopping with his Meister. He wasn't particularly happy that she was going on a date, either. And with Black Star of all people!

Soul glanced at Maka, who had been busy inspecting a pair of black boots. Her gaze was distant, as if her mind was elsewhere.

"Maka?" The white-haired boy pulled a face when she didn't answer. It took him a couple more tries before he finally got a response out of her.

"Hm? Oh, sorry," the girl mumbled, not looking at her partner. She went ahead, stopping by a pair of pink flats, leaving the Weapon with a puzzled expression on his face.

What's up with her? he wondered. He waved the thought away, then easily made his way to Maka's side. "See anything that you like so far?" he asked her. Again, she didn't answer, prompting Soul to look at her. He saw a hint of what he thought was nervousness, and a chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop himself.

Maka whipped her head around at the sound of Soul's laughter. She furrowed her brow, but said nothing.

"Maka, is something wrong?" her companion asked. "Look. You and I both know Black Star. I highly doubt that he would even bother to glance at your shoes. So you don't have to be nervous, okay?" He fought back the urge to cup his hands around her face. Why was he reassuring her anyway? It's not like he wanted Black Star and Maka to actually be a couple. Of course, he was too cool to admit to anyone that he had fallen for a girl with a flat chest.

After a moment, Maka nodded, but her expression was the same. "You're right. Let's go home." She walked in front of him as they left. Soul caught her scent as they exited the store. God, he could live off of that smell.

When they got home, Maka headed straight for her room.

"Hey, aren't you going to eat anything?" Soul asked as he knocked on her door.

"... Not hungry," the ash-blonde said into her pillow.

"What?"

"I said, I'm not hungry."

Without bothering to tell her that he was coming in, Soul opened the door just enough for him to slip inside. "Maka, if you don't want to cook, I can just go buy a pizza," he said, casually leaning on her wall.

She didn't answer. "You've been acting weird recently." Soul noted, pushing himself off of the wall. He made his way over to her bed, taking a seat beside her lying figure. He lifted his hand, aching to touch her. He wanted to know what was on her mind and he wanted to be able to comfort her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. The two of them stayed there in silence, minutes passing by. Soul was trying to figure out exactly what to say to her. There were so many things that he wanted her to know, but he didn't know how to word them without becoming a stuttering fool. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, a grumbling noise filled the room. "Pfft." Soul found himself patting her hair before he got to his feet. "You're clearly not feeling well today, so you just rest, okay? I'll go buy a pizza."

As he left the house, Blair, in her cat form, curiously poked her head into Maka's room just as the girl finished dialing a number into the phone.

"Oh! ... Tsubaki, is Black Star there?" Her tone had hints of hesitation, which the cat was quick to pick up on.

Blair left the room before she could hear any more, giving Maka privacy and space. Well, of course, as a cat with good hearing, she could still hear everything that Maka was saying, but she felt better knowing that she wasn't purposely eavesdropping.

"Okay Black Star. I don't think that I can keep this a secret anymore. I've been dying to tell someone, and Soul knows that something's up." After a slight pause, she continued. "Can I at least tell him? Black Star... He's your best friend and my Weapon." Another pause, as she listened to his reply. "Look. He's bound to find out anyway. I don't think that he'd tell anyone..."

Maka sighed. The conversation had ended with Black Star telling her that she absolutely couldn't tell anyone and then hanging up. He's hopeless. she thought, wanting to laugh. "It's not like anyone would judge him for it..." she mumbled, just as the front door opened. The smell of pizza wafted through the house, once again making the young girl's stomach growl.

She got off of her bed, then wandered to the living room, where Soul was placing the pizza on the table. He grinned at her. "Feeling better already, I see. Don't worry, pizza always does the trick."

Maka nodded, gratefully taking the slice that he had just put on a plate.