Maka's POV
Maka Albarn yawned and stretched as she rose out of bed. "Ugh," she thought to herself. "How late did I stay up studying last night?" All she could remember was mumbling, "A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body" before crashing onto her ever-present pile of books. "How'd I end up in bed then?" She thought. She wondered if Soul had done it. She also welcomed the thought but quickly pushed it away. He was her partner. Her weapon and nothing more. Although, she had caught him stealing glances at her during class. He would then blush furiously and look like he was trying to pay attention to whatever Dr. Stein was teaching. But Maka knew better. "Oh well. No sense in worrying about it on the day of the big test." Maka was definitely prepared for this. She had been studying for a month and knew the material backwards and forwards. She just had to beat her rival, Ox Ford, for the top grade in her class at Death Weapon Meister Academy. Maka hated Ox. He was so cocky and arrogant that whenever she even thought about him, her blood boiled. She wondered if Soul had studied. No. That would be uncool. And Soul hated to do anything that was uncool.
Soul's POV
Soul Eater Evans snored soundly in his bed. He was having a very cool dream where he was surrounded by 99 keishan souls and one witch soul. All his for the taking. As he licked his lips, Soul thought about how cool he must look right now, surrounded by the delicious souls he had worked so hard to gain. Suddenly, the scene changed. An enormous black cat faced him. As she licked her paws, all the souls disappeared. Astonished and bewildered, Soul looked around the room. Pitch black. Then up at the cat. All the souls were glowing inside her stomach. Not cool at all. Just as Soul was about to pounce on the cat and make her pay for consuming HIS souls, a voice broke through his dream, shattering the image of the cat. "Soul! Breakfast is ready!" It was Maka. His meister and the only person he wanted to see right now.
Maka's POV
As Soul trudged down the hall way sleepily, Maka could see that he was shirtless, exposing his scar that had surfaced about a year ago when he had tried to save her from a dangerous weapon/meister pair that had black blood in them. Soul was slashed on the torso and was in the infirmary for several days. Maka still felt guilty and seeing that scar re-formed old emotions. While in her flashback, Maka hadn't noticed that Soul had greeted her. "Uh hello? Earth to Maka? It's not cool to ignore people." He informed her. "R-right. Sorry. I was just...thinking" she replied. She didn't want him to think she was pitying him. He hated that. So Maka let out a small sigh of relief when he uttered a "whatever" and proceeded to eat breakfast.
Soul's POV
God, Maka was acting weird this morning. She had totally spaced out when he had said good morning and after breakfast she locked herself in her room until it was time to leave for school. He hoped that the rest of the day wouldn't be like that. He was starting to get worried...