disclaimer: no, people. no.
a/n: yeah, it's a drabble. deal with it.
*puts on 70s sunglasses*
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contains nudity.
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Sunlight gleamed through the ghostly drapes of the small, messy room. Maka's eyes blinked open slowly, and she was instantly greeted with the sunlight, blaring in, blinding her momentarily.
With a stiff groan she stretched herself out, ears ringing with the crying cicadas just outside her window, and the moaning of her old, and tattered air-conditioner that rested in the corner of her room.
As her big, dark-green eyes stared up at the fan on her ceiling, watching as it circulated the cold air her air-conditioner produced, her silent thoughts were rudely interrupted by—
"MAKAAA!"
Ugh…him.
Maka grinded her teeth angrily, eyebrow twitching with annoyance as Soul Evans'—her loud, brash, slightly perverted roommate and supposedly best friend—voice rang out, almost shaking all of the apartment complex.
Great. Now she's gotta deal with angry neighbours. Not that that's anything new.
"MAKA!" he shouted again, and she felt her cheeks burn with anger. "MAKA, MAKA, MAKA!"
"WHAT!?" she hollered back, voice stringed with infuriation.
"HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR THE SHOWER TO HEAT UP!?"
"WHY DON'T YOU ASK IT!?"
"WELL, I'M SORRY I DON'T SPEAK FUCKING SHOWER!"
The now grumbly ash-blonde clashed her fists against her bed, jumping up, and stormed out of the once silent demeanour of her bedroom.
Stomping down the hall, creaky floorboards groaning with each long step, she burst through the bathroom door, and was greeted with a horrifying sight.
A naked Soul screamed horrifically, and she felt herself fall backwards, face illuminating a bright, pulsing red as the white-haired man in front of her reached for the nearest flower-speckled towel, wrapping it around his waist.
"SOUL, YOU'RE NAKED!" she yelled blatantly, covering her eyes as she jumped back up.
"YOU THINK!? I WAS ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER!" He bawled back at her.
"…Oh, right."
"GET OUT, PERVERT!"
Maka wasted no time in charging out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She dove for the ancient, torn couch burying her face in the cushions. Her breaths were ragged and uneven, and her mind became a tangled mess.
"Damn, he may be an asshole but he sure as hell has good biceps, compared to when we were kids…" she whispered to herself, covering her flushed face shyly.
Their relationship was everything but normal, that's for sure.
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finishing a/n: idek. just something i wipped up.
inspired by a tumblr post. so yeah.
review if you want to! and hope you enjoyed. :)
