Christmas time! You all know what that means: Soul Eater Christmas fics! And, since I wanted to give it a try, I think I'm going to do a traditional Christmas oneshot collection for this year. :3 Mhmm. So, here's your first little dishing, and it's only the 4th of December! Cx
Still don't own Soul Eater. I'd be changing that messed up cover-art for chapter 79 and 80 if I did. xP (Seriously, the hell was with that?)
Soul sighed as he kicked his feet up onto his desk, slouching down in his seat as Stein's lecture became the only noise filling the room. Maka shot him a look for being so impolite, but he merely gave her a snort as he slouched deeper into his seat.
"Soul," the meister warned in a hushed voice, emerald eyes glancing at him.
He rolled his ruby red eyes, a hand on his headband in order to pull it down over his eyes.
"Relax, Maka. It's not like this is important stuff."
She only shook her head, and Soul smirked as he rested his hand back, snoozing lightly through the rest of the lecture. Maka might've very well left the boy behind, seeing as she was nearly halfway down the stairs once he finally caught up with her, that was even with her winter gear of gloves, a snow beanie and her trench coat.
"What's the rush?" He asked tiredly, tightening the black scarf—with his trademark Soul icon on it—around his neck and stuffing his own gloved hands into the warmth of his pockets.
Maka shifted her books to her right hip as she waited to get through the doorway. "It's winter break, Soul, weren't you paying attention? God, you don't even listen to good things in class! Maybe if you actually went to bed some nights, you wou—"
He cut her off mid-rant by grabbing her upper arm, and tugging her away from the doorway. The blonde frowned, stumbling after him with a slight glare as his gaze was fixed elsewhere, looking rather terrified.
"What is your problem, Soul?"
"..."
"Soul?" Maka turned completely towards him, looking a little more worried than upset. His gaze was pinned over her head, making his jaw gape a bit. The meister followed his line of sight, before rolling her eyes.
"Mistletoe? Are you kidding me?"
"Explains why everyone took so long to get through the door." Soul replied.
Maka snorted, rolling her eyes once again as she tugged on Soul's arm. "C'mon, Soul."
Soul staggered after her, fidgeting with a frown. "Maka! Can you not see the mistletoe up there? Do you even know what that means?"
"I hate mistletoe, therefore, Soul, I don't care."
Maka grinded her teeth together at the thought of her father, carrying around a piece of mistletoe in his pocket during the holidays. Some women thought it was just too cute to pass up, but Maka vowed to hate that stupid little plant the rest of her life.
Soul couldn't think of a clever response to this, so he let Maka drag him by the arm until he stopped her at the doorway. With a bite of his lower lip, he quickly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, making Maka freeze completely against him.
"There. Merry Christmas and let's get the hell outta here." He mumbled, grabbing her hand as he tugged her down the hallway.
Maka was still too amazed with the fact her weapon had actually, willingly kissed her. Although he had hand one hand in his grasp, Maka used her other gloved hand to gently feel her lips, almost expecting his warmth to still be there.
Maybe mistletoe wasn't the worst thing about the holidays…
Since I don't like mistletoe much myself, I thought about how I could use that against poor little Maka. xD And, seeing Spirit's her father, he probably abused the power of the plant, so yeah, it kinda worked, don'cha think?
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