Be gentle, please. This was the first fanfiction I ever wrote, when I was 12.
Disclaimer: No. Disclaimers are bullshit and you know it. If I did own Soul Eater, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I?
xXx (Stein's POV)
I was grading papers after class and Makka came up to me and said:
"My dad has been meaning to talk with you for a while now, so if you could that would be great."
So much like her mother. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen Spirit's wife since my school years. Sorry, ex-wife. I felt sorry for Spirit, but I was strangely happy they were divorced.
"Professor?"
Pulling myself away from my thoughts, I managed to reply:
"Yes, of course."
xXx
We got back from our 'talk' with Spirit hanging off me, too drunk for his own good. And I was just as sober as when we left. Makka was at a party all night, so I was stuck with him.
"Hey, Stein, what's your sexual preference?"
It was an odd question to ask, but he was dead drunk.
"Can't say I have one."
"Isn't there a girl you like?"
Well, there was Marie, but she liked me, and I just found her annoying.
"NO."
"How about a GUY?"
This last question made me blush, because the answer was 'yes', and he was sitting right next to me. Spirit smiled at me in a way that said 'Oh, I get it now!"
"Come over here and I'll tell you who I like."
Let's face it, I really wanted to know. I leaned over, expecting him to whisper in my ear, but instead he kissed me. Just as the kiss broke, I thought:
'What the hell. It'd be an interesting experiment!"