A/N: Heyy yo! This is my first published KiMa fic here. (I have lots of WIP but they're all crap). Anyway I hope you guys will like it!
One Year
Maka had always been proud of Death the Kid taking over Death City. The young Shinigami is someone she had always looked up to just like Black Star (She'd never admit it in front of them though). Not only she's going to embarrass herself but she might make Black Star's head bigger than size of a watermelon and no one wants that.
Kid just like every single friend of hers is already a big part of her life. That's why it's quite sad to think that almost everyone had been very busy lately. They don't hang out all the time anymore like they used to. Except for Soul and Blair, Maka feels she's almost losing touch with most of her friends especially to the young Lord Death. She had never seen him or even stumbled upon him during the whole month and then it's the same for the next one and she's sure it's going to be the same for the next months.
She is never the kind of girl that wants to trouble her friends so she felt stupid for thinking that she needs to see Kid and that she wants to be with him even just for a minute or for a short second.
Maka decided to it anyway but on her first attempt, she just stood in front of his door. The second time she could only touch the door without knocking. The third time is almost as the same. Eventually it became a habit of hers without even realizing it. Soon she started throwing questions at herself. Why was it too hard for her to do this? It's like her social skills were reduced to half that seeing a friend was such a hard thing to do for her.
One year later things are still the same for Maka.
Again she walked through the hallways until she reaches the door to his office, she took a moment to muster her courage but in the end she hesitated so she just leaned her body sideways, placed her hand on the symmetrically designed door, making sure her palms are touching it as she says "I hope you're doing well Kid-kun" followed by a short genuine smile, hoping her voice will reach him.
A/N: I'm so sorry I don't really know how to write. I just want to do something for myself and for my OTP. It might not make that much sense but this was sort of based on my own experience with a person I used to be really close with. I'm open for anything and I would really appreciate it if you guys can tell me what you think of my fic. Thanks a lot for reading!~