A/N: This story = studying.
Basically I write my schoolwork into the story somehow in an amusing and insightful way. Then I remember it.
It's my way of takling the "I can't write I have to study" excuse. Also my way [one of] of coming up with ideas.

Respirate

Sharp inhale. Concious awareness attacked him like an excited child, without warning and much too quickly. His face was quickly buried in the pillow. All traces of light blocked away.

Others things filtered into his mind now. There were footsteps outside his room. He listened. They were Maka's, he could tell from the rhythm, she always walked like that.

The bed was warm and he was definitely not planning to brave the cold just yet. Letting out a groggy, tired groan he rolled onto his back, pulling the blankets with him.

Soft footsteps. A hand landing on a doorknob. Quiet creaking, a doorknob overused. Light. Too much of it.

"Soul?" Maka spoke slowly and quietly, "Are you awake?"

He didn't answer. Something requiring so much thought would pull him too far from sleep, across the point of no return, instead he grunted.

"I cooked breakfast." She took three careful steps into his room, ending up next to his bed. "You could come out and get some if you want."

I'm not getting up. He thought it, still not ready to speak. Too early. Too warm. Maka was still standing right next to him. She breathed heavily and he realised that she was waiting for a response. An action, he decided was the only was to communicate. He reached out his arms, curling them around her legs and, before she could figure out what was happening and defend, he pulled them out from under her so that she was lying on the bed.

The move was less than perfect. In his tired state he'd managed to pull her so that she landed on top of him horizontally, together the made an X.

"Soul! Wha-," He cut her off by pulling on her arm. Pulling her towards the top of the bed to get in with him. When she was next to him, both on their backs, he made a move. Rolling onto his side he leaned his head across, making one word, all he could manage,

"Warm."

It was a mumbled whisper. She nodded. Her body turned to press against his, her face against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her there, letting himself drift back into a sleepy state. Only just concious of what was happening around him.

...

"Soul you're very warm."

What?

"It's probably because you're a boy."

I have no idea what you're talking about.

"Cellular respiration occurs more quickly in boys on average."

Are you seriously giving me a science lesson. Now?

"Cellular respiration is of course the reaction by which all living creatures make energy."

I might have to use my energy to shut you up soon.

"But heat is one of it's by products."

Please shut up. I was happy when you were quiet.

"It is still the most efficient reaction though, even is 60% of the energy is lost as heat."

Turning my arm into a scythe would be a pretty efficient killing reaction.

If he'd been speaking his mind Soul had no doubt that textbooks would have been much more involved but he was silent. The morning was quiet. And, miraculously, peaceful.

A/N: See I made biology funny and memorable. Cellular respiration for the win.

You can probably tell by now that this collection would be a valuable resource for learning, I would completely understand if you wanted to add it to your story alert, also review it and stuff, I mean, it's pretty awesome.

I kid, I kid, but still, I love getting FF email notifications, especially when it's feedback :D