When she walked into the room (mind you it already looked like a freaking dungeon rather than detention), there was already a boy sleeping at her self-proclaimed, assigned seat. Maka curled her lip into a snarl, resigning herself to the desk next to it. Heavy books slammed on top of the table and her one-shouldered bag was slung over her chair. She swooped her green-plaid flannel to the side, spreading it out around her and tightening it around her waist before sitting down.

Usually, she was the only person in detention (outside of the recurring visit from her brother) and she enjoyed her time alone immensely. It was like being at the library, except without the comfort of books and the whispers of students around her. Maka propped up her head with a hand, taking the moment to peek at the kid next to her from the corner of her eye.

Ah, it was the new transfer student, The Red-eyed Pansy, or so Kim liked to call him. His 10mm steel gauges stuck out from under his spiked hair and his headband pushed his bangs down his forehead and into his closed eyes. Long white lashes poked out from the wisps and Maka almost wanted to test if they were as soft as they looked. A leather covered arm hid the rest of his face from her. She arched her neck a little closer but a squeak from the front stopped her in her tracks.

Mrs. Marie, who had been the teacher assigned for Mondays and Thursdays, waved a hand to Maka, who gave her a thumbs up in return, allowing Mrs. Marie (aka Mrs. Stein) to escape to wherever she went on Mondays and Thursdays. Any teacher knew that Maka wasn't a threat in after school detention, rather, she gave them a chance to do as they pleased since she truly liked to be alone while she served her time. The other well guarded secret was that Maka's record had still been clean; she only attended the sessions to wait out her Papa's after school activities (which she would rather not speak of) so that they could drive home together when the school cleared out (because she wasn't going to risk being seen out in public with him, nope).

Any student who truly landed their idiot ass into detention would be subjected to Maka's iron fist, making sure they would do everything in their power to NEVER land in detention ever again. (anyone besides BlackStar) Which brings her to The Red-eyed Pansy sitting in her preferred seat.

After the door clicked shut, his head shot up and he shook out his arm. It was entertaining to see him squeeze his eyes together, groaning into his hands as he was mumbling. "Detention… I'm in detention… So uncool!"

The boy opened his mouth to silently scream. His Vans stomped on the tiles like he was an overgrown brat but Maka stepped in before he could start to slam his head against the desk.

"Oi!"

If she could compare him to an animal at that moment in time, he would have been a cross between a frightened cat and a wide-eyed deer caught in the bright headlights of a hunter's truck.

"Oh my god." He shakily turned to face her. What do you know, he really was red-eyed. "H-how long have you–"

"The entire time."

"The entire…"

"The entire."

"Oh my god," he repeated, sulking back into her desk.

Maka cracked open her AP literature textbook as she waited for him to peek his head up again. Another confirmation later (yes, the entire time) and he was back to hiding behind his arms.

"Oh my god. This is so uncool. This is so uncool that I'm chill."

"I'm chill. You're the opposite of chill. Anymore uncool and you'd be a hot mess." She jotted down a few notes on the side of the page.

"I'm sorry–"

"You're forgiven."

"–but have we met before? Do you know who I am? I swear this isn't–"

"Really? I thought you were a mess all the time?"

"–how I normally am, like, as you can see from my amazing headband–"

"Atrocious."

"–and my real leather–"

"Fake."

"Can you let me finish?!"

She side-eyed him, noticing how he jolted back in response. "Continue then, if you want to feel my boot against your face."

Quicker than she could react, he stood up and slammed his hand against her book, knocking her pencil from her fingers. He leaned into her space and she could feel his breath brush her face.

"'Name's Soul. Junior transfer student. So punkcore, you should be shaking in those boots."

"Maka. Maka Fucking Albarn."

His jaw dropped as another wave of horror swept over him. Oh yeah, she could see it in his eyes though he didn't budge from his spot. In fact, he was frozen where he stood. A moment of silence passed (which she kept in respect for his social death) before she spoke again.

"I know who you are, and clearly you know who I am. So shut up before I make you."

Soul swallowed. "M-make me."

She sneered, tilting her head up to angle herself just in front of his lips. "Are you suggesting that we make out?"

His voice shot two octaves higher. "I may or may not be–"

"You're smooth as sandpaper."

Maka brought herself up to meet him with a small promise etched between her lips. A small blush spread over her cheeks and across her nose but she could hardly notice, not when this boy stood there with his eyes still open. Though she barely brushed him, her faint touch lingered even as she pulled back.

She closed her book and snatched her bag from the chair behind her. Gathering her work into her arms, Maka pushed from the desk and walked briskly towards the door. Before she turned the handle though, she looked back at Soul, who still looked into the distance in a daze.

"When you shut up, you shut up good." And with that, she let the door gently click on her way out.

Soul brought a hand up over his lips, finally letting all the burning heat rush into his face. When he'd heard that Maka spent her time in detention after school, of course he would land himself there to get the chance to see her. However, the girl who he met wasn't the girl he'd imagined her to be.

This Maka wore a black tank top and sheer leggings with holes. This Maka was crude and not shy of consequences. This Maka was more "punk" than "daisy", so far from the daisy she used to be.

Did she remember who he was? Of course she didn't.

But in fairness, no one recognized him. He picked up her fallen pencil and tucked it behind his ear. After slinging his backpack onto one shoulder, he turned to follow Maka, wherever she may be.