Maka and Soul walk through the halls of the DWMA. Soul can tell that Maka is in a particularly good mood because of their most recent mission being a complete success. On their usually route to first class they are stopped. Not they, but Maka.

"Hey, Maka?"

A guy steps away from his locker and slightly in front of the Meister.

"Oh, hey, what would you like?"

"I, uh, haven't seen you in a while, just wanted to know how everything is."

Maka smiles widely at him. "Everything's good, how have you been?"

Soul stands nearby to wait for Maka to finish so they can continue on their way and also in case this guy is an ass and proves so in the small amount of time they have for conversation.

He watches as the conversation goes on for any body language from his partner that signals discomfort, but it never comes. She actually rests a hand on the other boys forearm, continuing to smile in the most dazzling way. The guy is clearly drawn into Maka and Soul doesn't like how close the two seem to be.

Furiously he makes the couple steps towards his Meister and puts a hand on her shoulder and, when he cuts in, he speaks through gritted teeth.

"Hey, Maka, we should get to class, we don't want to be late."

Maka frowns slightly, which makes Soul even angrier, but nods.

"I'll see you later, nice to talk to you!"

"You too, Maka."

With his hand still on Maka's arm, a little tighter than comfortable, he leads Maka down the hall.

"Soul, what the hell is your problem, let go, you're hurting me!"

Soul lets go of Maka and re-clenches his hand into a fist at his side.

She can tell he's angry but doesn't know why and for the rest of the school day her once bouncy mood makes others feel like they've stepped into a storm.