A/N

Hey, Cuan here, formerly of Abadeer666. I pulled a BlackStar and forgot my login. Anyways, I'm sure you all missed your writing god so VERY much, especially after I never finished the Night at Kid's series. This is a oneshot, with a little fluff at the end. Enjoy.

Maka sighed, frustrated that she misspelled yet another word. Stein's essay was due in approximately six hours, she wasn't done, and DEAR GOD she couldn't type. Misspelling the stupidest things. Forgetting what "augmented" meant. She was exhausted, and it was only three in the morning. Maybe more coffee would help...

Maka walked into the kitchen to see Soul with an empty shot glass in his hand, a half-empty jug of milk next to him, and his head on the table.

"Soul?"

He snorted. "Nngkh. The chair needs to be more giraffey..."

"Soul."

"Put it in the closet..."

"SOUL!"

"I'M INNOCENT I TELL YO-wait, what the fuck? Wasn't I in court?"

Maka shook her head. "Nope. Sleeping at the table. Why do you have a shot glass and a jug of milk?

Soul's face turned the exact shade of red that his eyes were. "Oh, um, well, you see... I'm kind of allergic to milk. My body can't metabolize it, so it has an effect kinda like booze, but it's actually good for me and i don't get hangovers, just flashbacks. And a sweet temporary stache."

"Oh." Maka just looked at him for a bit. "How much have you had?"

Soul squinted at the jug, trying to do the math. He finally just gave up. "This thing was full when I started. H'bout you? How come you're up so late?"

Maka flopped into a seat. "Stein gave us an assignment about the medical needs or conditions of someone close to us. I couldn't figure out who to write about." Realization flittered across her face. "Soul, would you mind if I write about you and your... milk thing?"

He shook his head giddily. "Nope! Just make sure to leave the chair in the closet. It's a surprise for Maka's birthday!" She decided then that he was drunk on milk.

"Hey, can you keep a secret?" Maka turned to him, confused. A slight blush crept up Soul's ears. "Don't tell Maka, but I think I'm in love with her."

She smiled, and tears began to leak from her large, sage-coloured eyes. "I'm sure she loves you too."

"Positive?"

"Positive."

-FIN

A/N

Dear god, THE FEELZ. I hate being a fluffy sap. Especially for a guy.

/I meant I'm a guy, I don't like them.

/I'm just going to stop talking.

/Reviews?

Also, this last part isn't bold because I'm doing thisnon an iphone. I tried. I really did.