*Maka and Soul's Apartment*

It was rather calm and quiet day in Death City. The rain poured and splashed against the windows of the apartment as Maka quietly sat against the headboard of her bed, reading a book.

School was now out for the summer, and there were no missions that the meister and her loyal weapon, Soul, needed to complete. Thus, the two were spending a relaxing day indoors.

She lifted her head up from her book to stare at the rain pattering against her window. It was quite pretty, really, running in clear streams down the panes of the glass that protected her from being totally drenched. As she watched, she was reminded of a passage from one of her favorite books.

Feeling the sudden urge to read it, she uncurled her legs and plodded over to her bookshelf. She searched the rows and rows of books for the title she was looking for. But alas, she could not find it.

Scowling slightly, she exited her room.

'Maybe Soul knows where it is…' she thought.

She opened the door to his room and noticed three things: one, she had not knocked and scolded herself to remember to do so; two, he had been cooped up in here for a majority of the day; and three, sitting on his bed, was the strangest sight she'd ever seen.

It was indeed Soul, however, he was reading a book. Her book. But that's not what surprised her. What surprised her even more and made her slightly gasp was the fact that he had glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

There was a heavy silence and the two stared at each other in mute shock.

Maka felt her mouth fall open to form words but couldn't force them out as he stared at her, crimson eyes wide behind the spectacles. There was another moment of awkward silence before Soul slowly reached up and slid the glasses off his face. Closing the book, he folded the glasses and sat up, placing both objects on his bedside table. He swung his legs around and put his feet on the ground before putting his arms behind him and leaned back in an attempt to regain some of his "cool" demeanor.

He cleared his throat. "Didn't I tell you to knock before coming into my room?"

That sentence was the last straw for Maka; she couldn't help herself anymore. She burst out laughing.

He glared at her, his cheeks and temper burning, as she doubled over again, laughing at his enraged face.

"You…never told…me that you…wore glasses!" She said between fits of laughter.

He turned his gaze away from her, pride and dignity deflating, and huffed.

"Now I am reminded as to why." He growled.

She gripped her middle and backed into the wall behind her, still laughing as she slid down to the floor. Sprawling her legs out in front of her loud laughs began to fade to small giggles while her fingers reached up to brush away the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard.

Chuckling, she looked up at her still glaring weapon as his fists had scrunched up the sheets on his bed. Her laughter faded completely as she gave him a puzzled look. His face was red with embarrassment as her turned his gaze away from her confused stare to bore holes in the floor.

"Are you really that embarrassed by it?" she asked questioningly.

"Yes," He replied quietly, "I was teased about it when I was younger. My brother was such a pest when I got them. He would always call me four-eyes and make fun of me. But I can't help it that I don't have perfect eyesight…"

Maka smiled sadly. "I'm sorry for laughing so hard. You just looked so damn cute when you're embarrassed and frantic."

He snapped his eyes to her, his cheeks rosy.

"…Cute?" He said, quite confused.

"Yeah! They suit you really well. You look sharp and hansom. Sophisticated." She replied, smiling.

"Hmm. Well, just promise not to tell anyone, okay? Lord save me if Black Star ever found out." He pleaded.

Maka pushed herself off the wall and got to her feet. She walked across the room and came to a stop in front of him, his eyes watching her the whole time. She bent a little so she was eye-level with him.

"I promise." she said as a grin spread across her face. "You really shouldn't worry about it. Like I said," her hand came up and ruffled his untamed white hair, "It's cute."

Still grinning, she straightened up and turned to walk out of the room, missing the small flush of red that had spread across his cheekbones. She stopped walking when she got to the door, placing a hand on the frame.

"Oh, and Soul?" she asked without turning around.

"Hmm?"

She looked at him sternly, "I want my book back."