AN: Hey guys! It's been a while since I've attempted at writing a story here on Fanfic. I actually never had an intention on making this a SoMa oneshot (it was supposed to be something for two of my OCs), but the plot of this just reminded me so much of the two, that I just had to post it on here. I'll try to post stuff more often from now on. Okay, thanks! See ya next time. I hope you all like the story!
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Soul had sensed her presence long before she finally opened the goddamn door. As much as he was curious to know what has been bothering her (for he was pretty sure he had done his share of chores, so there was no need for her to yell at him), he didn't ask anything. There wasn't any point in pestering her about what was wrong. She'd tell him when she was ready, she always did —they always did. It's just how things worked.
"You're going on the inside of the bed, near the wall," he says without opening his eyes.
Soul hated the inside of the bed, there just something about it that made uncomfortable; and besides, with Maka on the inside, it would be harder for her to get out. Although he'd never admit it, he absolutely loved being around Maka. It made him feel complete, and well, it was kind of hard to explain. There are no words for how he feels around her —for her. Wordlessly, Maka climbed over him to the other side. They laid in silence for a while, the two facing each other, before Maka suddenly wrapped her arms around Soul's waist, digging her face into his chest.
The boy hadn't noticed that she had been crying. Oh how stupid he was. He didn't even what to say, how to react. Maka was right. He is jerk. And an idiot. And an imbecile (whatever that meant. Maka was just way too much of a nerd). His miester, his partner, his best friend was crying, and he didn't know what to do.
Come on Soul. Say something. Anything. She's your miester, you can't possibly not know what to say. "Umm… So, why so clingy?"
IDIOT. He's such an idiot. That's so uncool man. Shame on you. So not cool. He squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a well-deserved Maka-chop, but it never came. Something bad must've happened that Maka didn't even bother hit him for his idiotic question.
"Maka? Is everything alright?"
"I... I'm so sorry Soul," she quietly said. And oh Lord Death, somebody help him, she was sobbing. Not small tears, but horrible sobbing. His shirt was starting to get wet from her tears. "I'm so so sorry. It's all my fault. I promise I'll get much stronger. You won't ever have to get hurt protecting me ever again. I promise."
The sound of her sobbing broke his heart. He couldn't handle it. Maka shouldn't be blaming herself. Can't she see? It was his choice. He chose to step in front of her because she was someone worth protecting.
"Hey. Look at me," he tells her as he pulls away to look at her face. Her beautiful face. "I chose to do that. You didn't order me to. And you're not weak. Do you hear me? Stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault."
"But-"
"Maka, it's okay. I'm right here, and I won't be leaving you anytime soon."