So&Ma! Because it doesn't get old! And it's just so damn adorable! And, I felt the need to write some, too. Eh, it's my first, yadda yadda, apologies if something isn't right or you just don't like it, you know the drill. C:

Soul Eater = Not mine. If it was, Soul and Maka would be a couple and- …You just, don't want me to own it. Trust me. ;3

Maka gave a yawn as she sat back from her desk, stretching with a tiny groan. The finally-finished work that sat before her, made her smirk proudly. Her olive eyes flicked over to her nightstand, checking the time.

2:49 a.m.

"Wonder if Soul's still awake…" She murmured to herself, quietly getting up and pulling down her nightshirt, which settled at about the thigh on her rather large flannel pajama bottoms. The girl silently walked down the hall, carefully pushing Soul's door open, smiling at the sight before her.

The Death Scythe was passed out against the side of his bed, two notebooks sprawled in front of him, the pages they were currently turned to covered in music notes. CD's were scattered around him, and upon his head were his huge pair of noise-canceling headphones, something Maka hated due to the fact he could never hear her with them on.

Maka giggled softly to herself as she kneeled before him, her smile widening once she realized his music was still on, even though he was out cold. She gently moved his notebooks aside, before carefully removing the huge headphones from his ears, setting them beside him. She then flicked the power button on his iPod, trying her best to be silent. Her weapon stirred a bit, turning his head away from her with a small sigh. The meister smiled, rubbing his shoulder in a soft attempt to wake him.

"Soul," she whispered calmly, "get into bed."

The male groaned, his red eyes not opening as he nuzzled his cheek against the side of the bed. "Ngh, nooo Makaaaa…"

She giggled once more, her hand still calmly rubbing his shoulder as she leaned a bit closer. "C'mon Soul, you need a good nights' sleep, you haven't had one all week."

"I'm comfy right here." He whined tiredly.

The meister's lips curled up in a peaceful smile, her thumb gently petting the hollow of his neck. "You won't be when a nightmare wakes you up and you smash your back on the box spring."

Soul gave a dissatisfied moan, his face scrunching up in the process. "I haven't had a nightmare sin—"

"Since last night." She finished, before completely dropping the subject. "Just, please get in bed, okay?"

Although the weapon was tired, he gave a loud sigh as he slammed his arms up on top of the mattress, pulling himself up to lay on his back against the pillows. He smirked a bit, cracking one crimson eye open to look at his technichian, who was getting up to her feet.

"Nya, this is much better than the floor..." He murmured.

Maka smiled, leaning over him to brush his snowy bangs from his eyes. "Glad you think so, too." She snickered.

Soul grinned a bit, quickly grabbing her wrist while she brushed away his bangs, tugging on her arm like a small child.

"You must be pretty tired, too," He purred, his eyes glinting with the charm only an Evans' could posses. "Maybe you should just crash with me."

Maka blinked at her weapon in quiet surprise. She did like his room—especially with him in it—and she was pretty tired. It wouldn't hurt, right? She thought with a shrug.

Soul nearly swelled with pride as he saw her shy smile and that cute blush rise up on her face as she nodded slowly. "If you move over, I will…"

Instantly, the male scooted over to the right side of the bed, unable to hide his coy grin as Maka crawled under the blankets, quickly curling up in his direction. Soul whipped the blankets open as he crawled under himself, and in only seconds, found himself curled up right with his meister, his arm around her shoulder. Maka inched a bit closer, until her forehead rested near the hollow of his neck, enjoying his warmth.

" 'Night, Soul…" She whispered, her voice strained from her tiredness.

Soul smiled triumphantly as he nuzzled her a bit, his eyes closing peacefully as he took in a drag of her light vanilla scent.

" 'Night, Maka."

This, he could get used to.

There we goooo! A little SoMa to brighten up your Thanksgiving week! :D Yeah… I thought it came out pretty good… I may even continue it, if I think of something cute to follow it up… (OrifI'mpesteredto. xD)

So if you, maybe leave a review? That'd be really cool of you. …Just sayin'. C;