Soul cursed quietly as he stubbed his toe while walking down the dark hallway towards the bathroom. Once he had relieved himself, he set about making his way back to bed without maiming himself. Passing by Maka's room, he noticed a faint light escaping from underneath her closed door. He knocked quietly before opening the door a fraction (the last time he had opened the door all the way, she was only half dressed and he'd received a near fatal Maka chop). Peering in, he could see her slouched frame sitting at her desk. He opened the door a bit wider and stepped in, noticing that she hadn't stirred at his entrance. She was slumped over the top of her desk, books and papers strewn around her head like some nerdy halo. He shook his head as he picked up one of the papers, it was an assignment from Stein, but hell, it wasn't even due for another three weeks! This girl was going to work herself to death if she kept this up. He gently picked her up (an easy task considering she weighed almost nothing; he'd need to start making sure she ate more) and moved her over to her bed. He peeled her sheets back and placed her down before pulling the covers back up to her neck. He straightened up her desk so it would be ready for use when she inevitably started working again. He stood up to leave but paused, he looked around like a guilty child and then pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, blushing like a cool guy never would. He flipped her desk lamp off and left quietly back to his own bed.

Early the next morning Maka woke up under her soft covers confused. Hadn't she just been at her desk? But she realized that muted sunlight was filtering through her window, she must have fallen asleep. It still didn't explain why she was in her bed; she didn't remember moving. She sat up and looked over to where her homework should have been scattered about. She found it stacked neatly with her textbooks bookmarked to the pages they had been open too. A sticky note on top of the stack read in sloppy handwriting: Go back to sleep, you need it, bookworm. Ah, Soul must have put her to bed at some late hour of the night. Still tired, she was inclined to follow the instructions of his note. She wrapped her blanket around herself and padded silently to his slightly ajar door. She entered his messy room, stepping over dirty clothes she made her way over to his bed. He lay facing the wall, his white hair the only thing poking out from the covers. She added her blanket to his own pile of sheets and climbed under to join him. She paused briefly before pressing a kiss to the top of his head before settling down beside him. He was warm and she was already half asleep when he rolled over and threw an arm around her waist, she merely pushed her head into his chest and let his breathing lull her back to sleep.