Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater just the plot of this one-shot.
Authors note: Came up with this idea while typing A Predator Always Gets Its Prey, just a short one-shot in their daily life. Review, Comment, Suggest, Do what you wanna do. Thanks, ForsakenBouncer.
Update: Thanks Talia, I was having debates with myself whether to do past or present guess I just gave up at some point and did both, my bad haha.
The Folding of a Sock
It was early spring and the sounds of the light rain pattered against the windows of the small apartment. Soul, who had just returned from his duties at Shibusen, contemplated how to organize the sounds into some sort of rhythm as he changed from his wet clothes into a pair of black athletic shorts and a grey shirt. The smell rain and detergent filled the home and put his mind to ease.
'Maka must be doing laundry,' thought Soul as he left to occupy his favorite spot on the couch. Sure enough as soon he sprawled out, Maka appeared before him with a basket of clean laundry straight from the dryer.
"Oi, scoot yourself," Maka gently ordered as she nudged Soul with her foot. She tiredly plopped down on the couch as soon as there was space and began carefully folding the laundry in front of her. "How was your day?"
"An especially 'uncool' day to say the least, how about yours?" murmured Soul as buried his head into the couch cushions and peered at Maka through his tousled white bangs. She paused as Soul slowly reached over her lap for an article of clothing to fold.
"Mmm let's see…I finished various chores around the house, went to the bookstore that I like, stopped and spoke with Tsubaki for a bit, did some endurance training, then came back and began doing the laundry, nothing too exciting," Maka listed as she expertly folded a shirt into a neat bundle and placed it into the basket before grabbing something else to fold. She felt Soul shudder at the mention of her trip to the bookstore and playfully smacked Soul with the dish towel she was folding. She had just finished with the last shirt and waited for Soul's article of clothing. "Are you almost done?"
"Almost."
"What are you even folding? Nothing should take this long to fold," questioned Maka as she raised her head from the clothes basket and examined what he was folding. A strained sigh escapes Maka as she identified the said article of clothing. "All of this time you've been folding one sock? Not even two socks!"
"I haven't folded laundry in a long time Maka, I'm out of practice," Soul grinned as he showed the various ways he tried to fold the single sock. After the demonstration she began to ready a Maka-chop. Soul caught sight of the incoming chop and miraculously folded the sock and held it out with a sheepish smile. "I suddenly remembered how to fold laundry, what a coincidence."
"Mhmm," Maka nodded as she took the lone sock and tossed it into the basket before standing up to deliver the laundry to their respected places. She lowered herself over Soul and lightly pecks him on the lips and states. "I missed you today; we'll need to fold laundry again sometime, hmm?"
A warm smile spread across his face as he watched her leave, her hips swayed to the beat of his heart.
'Laundry day definitely has its advantages.'
