A/N: Here's the first prompt for SoMa Week, Roommates.
Summary: When Blair realizes her roommates have no initiative between them, she decides to take matters into her own paws.
Rated M to be safe.
"Nya, Maka-chan, why are you frowning?" Blair asked as she hopped up onto the kitchen countertop to the side of the sink.
Maka blinked and looked at the purple cat, grimaced and then looked back down at the washing up. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Blair cocked her head to the side. "Is it because of what scythe-boy said to you this morning?"
The blonde girl froze for a moment and then her eyebrow twitched before she glared down at the pan she was furiously scrubbing. "Soul said a lot of stupid, moronic things this morning. Which one do you mean?"
"You know which one Bu-tan means."
Maka took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, shoulder deflating as the air left her. "He says shit like that all the time-" she started scrubbing the pan again, gentler this time "-I'm used to it. And it doesn't matter anyway. So what if I have no sex appeal or fat ankles or tiny tits?" The girl trailed off before she quietly added, "It shouldn't matter anyway."
Blair padded under Maka's outstretched arms and nuzzled her furry head under the girl's chin. "It matters because you care about Soul-kun, and his opinion. Bu-tan can see how much Maka-chan loves Soul-kun. Does Maka-chan see it?"
Maka chuckled darkly. "I wish I didn't. Everything was so much easier when he was just my partner."
"So it is just Soul-kun who does not see it!" There was a puff of purple smoke and the cat was replaced by a grinning young woman sitting on the edge of the counter, forcing Maka to take a few steps back. "Well, we will make him see it!"
Maka scowled. "I'm not going to change for him. I love him for who he is, so he should love me for who I am."
Blair laughed. "Oh, Maka-chan, scythe-boy already loves you, we just need to make him see that it's mutual and that he should act on it. Or get you to act on. And~-" she wagged a finger in front of Maka's face "-we will only change your outfit. He doesn't get nosebleeds for me anymore but he will for you!"
The meister smiled wryly but allowed the magical cat to pull her along to her bedroom for whatever deviousness the feline had planned.
Soul glared at the TV, ignoring Blair when she jumped onto the back of the couch. The cat settled around his neck and began to purr in his ear, closing her eyes in bliss.
"Neh, scythe-boy, why are you frowning?" she asked, flicking her tail from side to side, cracking one eye open to watch the weapon's reactions.
The boy simply remained silent, glaring straight ahead.
"You'll break the remote if you hold it that hard Soul-kun, then Maka-chan will be even madder."
For a moment, the force Soul's glare seemed to strengthen, then all at once he slumped, stiff posture loosening till he was leaning back on the couch, head titled back.
"I'm a brat," he mumbled.
Blair hummed. "Bu-tan knows."
He sighed and rubbed hand over his face. "I blame you for this, you know."
"Oh?" Blair perked up a little, opening her other eye now.
"Yeah, if it weren't for you, Maka wouldn't be dressing like she is."
Blair giggled. "Maka-chan does not need Bu-tan's help to dress pretty. She has always been pretty, but scythe-boy is only just noticing how pretty she is, neh?"
The albino boy snorted. "It doesn't take a short- well, shorter than usual- skirt for me to notice."
"But Soul-kun is always making fun of Maka-chan's body."
"You've seen her when she gets mad, it's funny."
Blair was silent for a moment. She slid off of the boy's neck and plopped onto the couch cushion next to him. "Maka-chan does not think it's funny. Neither does Bu-tan."
Soul glanced at the cat before flicking his gaze to the photo-frame that sat beside the TV on the cabinet. It was a picture of the weapon and meister at a Christmas party just before spartoi. The blonde was smiling widely while the white-haired boy grinned crookedly, both of them dressed in hideous sweaters that had been jokey presents to each other at the beginning of December.
"She's my meister," he murmured. His mouth worked silently for a moment before he said, "It wouldn't be cool if…"
Blair raised an eyebrow. "You don't think Maka-chan is 'cool'?"
He groaned. "That's not what I-wait, why I am even telling you anything?"
The cat scowled and was swallowed up by purple smoke. It cleared to reveal Blair as a human, still scowling at the boy. She leaned in closer, so her face was near his.
"Maka-chan and Soul-kun are not just Bu-tan's roommates, they are her kittens. That means Bu-tan cares about them and tries to help when one of them gets sad. Especially when one's sadness is caused by the other." She took a breath and leaned back as she continued. "Maka-chan cares for Soul-kun a lot. She loves him. But all Soul-kun can do is make fun of her even though he loves her too. It doesn't make sense, does it, scythe-boy?"
Soul turned his head away from to escape her golden gaze, face screwed up in an expression that almost looked like pain. "I know," he gritted out. "But she's my meister, we can't just…Even if she did…We're partners. It's my job to look after her and be her weapon, not date her."
Blair sighed. "What if she wants you to date her?" she asked softly. "Would that be so bad?"
He ran a hand through his hair. "How do you know she loves me?"
She seemed to think for a moment. "Maka-chan is Bu-tan's kitten and her friend. Maybe I would say she is like my little sister. Just trust me scythe-boy, she does."
Soul looked down at the remote in his hands, determined look on his face. He took a deep breath and tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling. "OK. OK. I'll sort this out."
"That's my scythe-boy!" Blair cried happily and pulled him into a hug. She pushed him away after a moment, holding his shoulders to meet his scowl with her grin. "I know you can do it!"
Maka came through the door, satchel of textbooks and notepads slung over her shoulder. She had been pouring over them with Tsubaki in the library so they could do as much extra credit work to keep their grades up. Both girls had had the misfortune of being saddled with slacker partners and though Tsubaki didn't care for her grades as much as Maka did, she still wanted to be safely above average to balance out Black*Star's below average grade.
She sighed as she dropped the bag to the ground and unzipped her boots and kicked them off. She just wanted to curl up with a book and maybe a snack before dealing with dinner and Soul, prick extraordinaire. She picked up her bag again and started to pull her hair-ties out as she made her way to her room. She saw Soul sitting on the couch and was about to ignore him when he spoke up.
"Hey, Maka."
She stopped and looked at him, face blank. "Yes?"
"D'ya wanna watch a film with me?" the weapon asked, smiling hopefully.
Maka contemplated it for a moment.
"I've got snacks," he added, holding up a large, unopened bag of chips.
Crap, it was her favourite flavour. She sighed. "OK, let me just put my books away."
The meister soon joined the boy on the couch and picked up the bag of chips. The movie he had already put in the player was some cheesy horror from the nineties and he hit play as soon as she sat down.
Half-way through the film however, Soul mumbled, "I'm sorry."
Maka stopped, a chip halfway between the bag and her mouth. "What?"
"I'm sorry," he repeated, louder. "I've been a brat recently. So yeah."
She mulled his words over for a moment. "Yeah, you have," she said. "But I forgive you." He began to relax but she added, "As long as you make dinner tonight."
He laughed. "Then I hope you don't mind take-away."
"As long as you're paying," she snickered.
"Deal."
They grinned at each other and Soul winked, finding the little bashful smile that grew on his meister's face in place of the grin rather endearing.
"Now, share the chips you hog, you don't want your ankles to get even fatter do you?" he jeered, reaching for the bag, grinning widely to show he didn't mean it.
She gasped in mock horror. "Excuse you Soul Eater. And I was going to share but since you called my ankles fat, I won't."
He whined, "But Maka."
"Nope." She shook her head, clutching the bag to her chest.
"Fine," he said, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "I'll just have to take them from you."
The blonde squealed and laughed, trying to wriggle out of his grip but his arms circled completely around her waist, locking into place.
"No~," she said amidst giggles. "You'll crush the chips!"
"Then just hand them over, genius," he replied, tightening his hold on her.
Maka knew she could probably wiggle her way to freedom with a few well placed jabs to the ribs, but she decided to play nice for once and just sighed. "Alright," she said in exaggerated defeat. "You can have some, I guess."
Soul's arms loosened until he was just embracing her. "See, not so difficult to share is it?" He reached a hand into the bag and pulled out a handful. He shoved them all into his mouth and cheeked through the mess, "Thank you darling."
"Ugh, you're so gross." She smiled anyway, trying to turn her face away to hide it.
He grinned and tightened the arm still around her, crushing her to his side for a moment before relaxing. "But you love me anyway-" Maka snorted and grinned "-so I'm not sure what that says about you."
She just mumbled "Shut up" and returned her attention to the movie, smile still in place.
Soul watched her face for a moment, contemplating what Blair had told him earlier that day. Now would be the perfect time to act on it but he couldn't help but think about the consequences if the cat was lying. His eyes flicked to the screen as someone was gorily sawn in half.
It was unlikely that Blair was lying he finally reasoned. Blair could be even more of brat than him, Maka and Black*Star combined, but she wouldn't actually try to hurt either him or Maka. For all her attempts to make both blush and flustered with her innuendoes and practically creepy attacks, she did care for them, in her own weird, feline way.
So, he gulped, tightened his arm around Maka once more, leaned towards her and brushed his lips against her cheek.
Her head snapped around to look at him with wide, green eyes, red starting to bloom on her cheeks. It was cute in his opinion. He fumbled for a moment for what to say but eventually just decided to come out and say it without attaching any flowery language. He wasn't any good with things like that and Maka probably wouldn't appreciate it.
"I love you."
Her mouth gaped in shock and she stared at him in silence long enough for him to get really worried and start thinking of ways to murder their pesky roommate for ruining their partnership.
Finally she spoke. "Really?" she said, voice soft and breathless.
"Yeah. Really." He rubbed the back of his head and looked away from her soul-searching gaze. "For a while now, just never found the opportunity to say it I guess." He glanced back her and saw her look away, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," he added, squeezing her arm. "I wanted you to know, you don't have to say it back or whatever."
She sighed and smiled, looking at him from under her eyelashes. "I know. But I'd like to answer anyway." She leaned towards him and stretched her face to meet his, feathering her lips against his, touch as soft as a butterfly.
She pulled away and they shared a flustered, bashful grin.
"I love you too," she whispered.
He leaned down to press his lips more solidly against hers, reaching up a hand to cup her cheek, while the arm around her shifted to snake round her waist and pulled her flush against him. She pushed back against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling a hand in his snowy locks. It was ridiculous, he was hard just from making out but when Maka opened her mouth against his, he didn't try to pull away, only groaned and slid his tongue into her mouth happily.
Blair had not been expecting the sight she was greeted with when she got home. Maka had left her bedroom window open, so she had been able to get in quite easily. The girl was not in her room and she couldn't hear Soul in the apartment so she assumed they had gone out after getting over their little spat. She grinned her devious kitty grin, intent on drinking the cream in the fridge.
However, when she left Maka's room, she realized her mistake.
Soul and Maka were certainly not out and from the sounds Soul was making, she doubted they were going out any time soon. She padded towards the couch and jumped onto the back of said furniture to get a look at what the teenagers were doing. She grinned when she saw what was happening and that grinned turned positively gleeful when she realized neither had noticed she was there.
"Scythe-boy, you move fast, don't you, nya?" she laughed, jolting both teens out of their lustful haze.
Maka detached from Soul's lips with a smack and hastily pulled her hand out of his pants, while Soul removed his hand from under her shirt. Both of their faces were flaming red, though Maka was the first to act.
"Blair! Get out!" she shouted, grabbing a cushion and swiping at her. Blair dodged and ran for Maka's room to escape via the window, just missing the cushion which Maka threw at her.
The cat cackled as she jumped from the window, newly intent on telling her friends at the club on the new development of her kittens.
Meanwhile, Soul squirmed under Maka who was still looking in the direction Blair had fled.
"You know, you don't have to keep going, it's OK," he mumbled, hands alighting on the blonde's hips. He was painfully embarrassed at having been caught like that and judging from the beetroot impression Maka's face was doing, she was as well.
His meister looked at him and smirked, valiantly trying to ignore her own blush. "Not a chance," she said and slid her hand back into his boxers to finish what she started.