What's up guuuuyyyysss! Sooooo, I know that Soul Eater came out a while ago, but I'm so into it, I've just been bingeing it instead of updating my Voltron story. Soooo, this is a new story, and I might make a sequel as well, (if I feel like it). I might also later make a MaKi story so stay tuned. Btw, if you didn't read the title, this is a MaSo story, (Maka x Soul)

ALSO, this is set right after they set Medusa free, since I haven't watched anything after that. Sry if the storyline seems a bit off.

Maka sighed as she flopped face down onto her bed. She hadn't even bothered to take off her shoes and had gotten light footprints over the floor. Actually, if you walked into the apartment, you could track where Maka had gone, which was straight to her bedroom.

Ever since Professor Stein had disappeared, she and Soul had been searching, and it was getting to her. Sure, they went out during the day, but she was never getting enough sleep. She always woke up in the middle of the night if she heard something, and would spend the rest of the night paranoid about it. Nobody had noticed though; she had asked Blair about something to cover up her dark under eyes, and Blair had happily let her know where the best makeup shop was.

But to say Maka was tired was an understatement.

She was beyond exhausted. She felt like a taut rubber band; like she could snap at any second. She wasn't sure if Soul had noticed, though she doubted that he had. He had been hanging out with Kid and Black Star a lot more lately, and Soul usually slept over at whomever's house they were at.

She wasn't really sure how to feel about it.

But she knew that it was definitely putting a strain on their relationship. It was becoming harder and harder to use Witch Hunter and even match their soul wavelengths. It felt like the time when they had to fight against Free, but it just wasn't ending. The stress was getting to her; she knew it was.

Maka slowly got up from her bed. It was her night to make dinner, though she wasn't even sure if Soul was coming home tonight.

She looked down at the floor, and also added cleaning the floors to her mental checklist. She kicked off her shoes, not bothering to notice where they went.

She walked over to the fridge and examined what was in it. Slowly, she pulled out the cheese, bread, and butter.

She shut the fridge with a soft thud! And heated up a pan on the stove. Her mind went on autopilot; she had made grilled cheese sandwiches hundreds of times.

Maka's mind started to wander.

Now that she thought about it, did Kid and Black Star even trust her?

Probably not. She knew exactly why. It was what Soul was always telling her. Maka always knew it, but she just never really acknowledged it until now.

She was stubborn, impatient, mean, a bookworm, the list went on and on.

When she, Black Star, and Kid were practicing Soul Residence as a group, and she and Black Star had gotten into an argument, Maka knew something had been up with Professor Stein. He seemed off somehow, but Maka had been busy worrying about her own problems, so she didn't notice. If he had paid more attention, maybe she could have helped him.

Maybe he wouldn't be gone.

Maybe it was her who needed to leave.

If she was gone, Soul could get a stronger meister; somebody who could actually keep up with him.

If she was gone, Kid and Black Star would get a stronger teammate who would compliment their abilities.

If she had left before, somebody would have noticed something was wrong with Professor Stein and maybe he would still be here.

If she had left, Soul wouldn't have that scar, since his meister would be able to protect themselves.

Before she knew it, Maka was sitting at the counter, with a grilled cheese in her hands. She looked down and then looked back up. She put the sandwich in her mouth, and then wrinkled her nose.

Why was it salty?

Maka put the sandwich down, suddenly aware of the liquid running down her cheeks, and dripping onto her sandwich.

Maka lifted the sandwich back up to her mouth and took another bite.

It was then that she noticed that she had made two sandwiches.

Soul wouldn't be coming home anytime soon.

Maka put her sandwich on her plate and stared at it. She pushed the plate forward and laid her head down onto the counter.

Tomorrow. She would leave.

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Maka felt herself being shifted around, and she groggily opened her eyes. It was probably really late, and really dark. She felt herself being carried somewhere.

"Soul?" She whispered.

"Mmm." She closed her eyes and let herself rest her head against his chest.

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Soul's heartbeat. Maka normally wouldn't let herself be seen in such a weak state, but Soul was the only one she felt comfortable with. She let herself relish this time with him. Soon he would forget about her and be happy and get stronger with another meister. A better meister.

She assumed that they reached her room, and Soul gently laid her down on her bed.

When he went to leave, she lightly grabbed the back of his shirt. He froze.

Just this one time, she would be selfish.

"Stay. Please." She murmured. Soul sighed, and he turned back. There was a ghost of a smile on his face as her climbed into bed with her.

"This is so uncool y'know."

Maka smiled against his chest, and felt her heartbeat increase.

It was going to be so hard letting him go.

But you know what they say.

If you love somebody, you need to let them go.

EEK this is so bad and rushed but i promise the next chapters will be better. As always, reviews are appreciated, soooooo yeah. BUUUUEEE!