Oh, it's been a while since I posted something here.
Thanks for reviews and reading, it's always as hard as hell to write for me, especially in my mother tongue, and my damn PC – right before the exams! – arrrgh!
I promise I'll write something bigger soon.
This idea came to me after reading the 4th chapter of Not!(Sid-chop? Seriously? Moar!). And Soul Eater does not belong to me.
"They're creepy"
Maka turned away from the locker and stared at her partner. Then she looked back, tracing his glance. Tsugumi blushed, smiled, and her friend politely nodded. Soul's meister beamed in response.
"They're not creepy" protested the girl, slamming the metal door.
"Oh" Soul raised his eyebrow "Of course. You smiled at her and she nearly had her ears steaming. And that one on the left – she holds her nose – is it normal for you?"
"Really?" replied Maka absent-mindedly, trying to remember, if she forgot in a hurry one of her textbooks. "You know, he's a guy"
"How do you know?"
"Soul Perception" she replied, and Soul could've sworn he heard a tiny "you idiot" in the end. "Besides, he wears shorts".
"Ah, that explains a lot."
Maka frowned. "What do you mean?"
"C'mon, Maka, three skinny girls and… something in shorts – this is your fan club?"
"You're not ashamed, are you!" Cried the meister, not even asking, because Soul's smirk spoke for itself. "For them I'm senpai. Anyway, I'm not saying anything about these girls, that always following you!"
Soul did not reply, and for a while they walked in silence.
"But they are still creepy. Nosebleeding? From seeing you? This guy sure is weirdo." He dodged her bag with a smirk. "But you'd better keep away from him – that can affect both our reputations, you know."
A/N: Every time I'm trying to keep Soul's character as I feel it – caring and a little self-conscious about it (and of course cool). Did I manage? I hope I did T_T
Why Maka's never gave me such a trouble?