A little canonverse drabbling
She was stopped in the hallway on the way to lunch. A few wide-eyed NOT students had ushered her to the side along with her partner, and she waved to the group to continue to the cafeteria without them. While the others went on, Black Star lingered for a bit longer than he realized.
Maka was the best of the best, and he was the best at being the worst.
It was as plain as day, and as chilling as night. Where others struggled to retain their position, Maka thrived in the spotlight, taking the role of the top student- a grade A, three star meister. She appeared in every magazine listing about their institution and a major celebrity even within the safe walls of their school. Students, old and new, whispered about her achievements and her status as something to strive for, but they averted their eyes from Black Star whenever they caught her close by him.
Perhaps that was why she clung to him more often than their recent years. Maka rarely traveled alone now and made sure to always have a friend with her especially when she was cornered by fans. She would humbly turn their praises onto her unnoticed partners, and even more so she would call out to passersbyers to escape the crowd when they'd occupied her time for too long. Even now, she was becoming singled out by the NOT students, getting wall'd away from Soul who gave her an apologetic face. Her response was resignation; she told him to go on without her while she finished up here, and he listened, though he gave her one more backwards look of concern as he caught up with Kid's retreating figure.
Black Star was no model student. He'd been close to dropping out due to his grades even if his raw talent was something to brag about- and believe him, he does, and he'd trained hard since he could stand to reach the point where he was currently. But despite their equal efforts, outsiders still singled out Maka as the hardest worker of them all, separating her from the rest of her classmates and hoisting her up on a pedestal that was only rising higher and higher.
He couldn't tell if she enjoyed it up there. Maka's mother and father… they were excellent examples of a more or less successful partnership that had resulted in both a deathscythe and a beautiful child who already had the shouldered expectations of authority as a developing fetus. The pressures of living up to said expectations were something Black Star could never imagine, especially since his own expected fate was on the opposite end of hers. Soldiers watched him with their hands twitching towards their weapons, his presence the remainder of unchecked power and inhumane greed.
She was the one who they wanted to lead them, and he was the one they wanted to disappear.
Yet her face brightened when he called out to her; his voice caused the unaware NOT students to jump as if they were caught by a pre-K rather than an actual human. Maka tried to call him over to join her, but the disdain on one boy's face made him scowl. He did step closer though, and the group parted for him like Moses and the sea.
Black Star took her hand, knocking out a pen onto the ground, and began to tug her away from the students. He didn't know how to explain other than to bark out an excuse about not keeping their friends waiting for too long, and that he swore that was the same group that talked to her earlier on Tuesday.
Maka's surprise wore off, but she didn't stop him from leading her escape. What he didn't know was that she never saw him as being the best of being the worst, but rather as her best friend whose worst moments were still him at his best.
Written for MaStar Week 2017 Day 2 Best of the Worst