4/30/15
College AU
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: ...well Maka ends up in her bra but iT'S INNOCENT I SWEAR

Prompt: You have a pet in your dorm and I have to help you hide it from the RA
Pairing: SoulxMaka

Alright let's be real we all know Soul is a huge dork who would totally go nuts over a freaking puppy...


Maka's books went flying through the air as something knocked her legs from under her. She landed hard on her butt and her anatomy textbook hit her on the head, but what she was really focused on was the freaking dog that'd tripped her.

What the hell?

The dog - well, the puppy - continued its merry trot down the dormitory hallway. Long ears dragged across the carpet and its paws looked about two sizes too big.

Maka grumbled to herself as she picked up her books. Pets were strictly forbidden in the dorms. What moron decided to let their puppy loose in the hallways?

"Hey!" someone shouted. "Hey! Get that dog!"

Oh. That moron.

Maka turned to see Soul "Eater" Evans, resident slacker and self proclaimed "ironic hipster" - whatever that meant - jogging towards her. His long (ish) white hair was messily shoved out of his face with a thin black headband and, judging by his clothes, it must've been laundry day. Or actually... maybe it wasn't.

Maka rolled her eyes, pushed her books to the side, and did a quick sprint to the waddling puppy.

Soul was next to her a few seconds later. "Thanks," he panted. "Sorry. Accidently left the door open and she made me chase her around campus."

Maka narrowed her eyes, holding the dog in her arms. "The rules say no pets, Eater."

"Oh c'mon." Soul gave her an attempt at an innocent grin. "She's a stray. What, was I supposed to do, leave her on the streets?"

The puppy licked Maka's ear. "There's a shelter in the city," she answered simply. "You should've taken your Beagle there."

"Melody does not belong in a shelter," Soul corrected, sounding strangely offended. "And she's a Basset Hound, not a Beagle."

"Well Melody does not belong in the dorms," Maka argued back. "You wanna get kicked out?"

Before Soul could protest pounding footsteps came from around the corner. "Mr. Evans?" a sharp voice shouted.

"Oh shit," Soul hissed. He jammed his keys into his room one door away and kicked the door open.

...since when could that sleepy stoner move so fast?

Maka turned to the noise. "Wha-"

Her sentence was cut off when Soul grabbed her by the arm and yanked her inside.

"Soul, what are you-"

He mashed his hands over her mouth. "Shutuphe'scoming!"

"Mmmmpphh." She tore her head away. "What is going on?"

"The RA's coming," Soul whispered. "Quick!" He kicked open the closet behind them and shoved Maka and the puppy inside.

Maka's annoyed "Hey," was muffled by the mountain of clothes that tumbled from who-knows-where as she fell backwards into Soul's closet.

"Mr. Evans," the RA's voice echoed through the doorway. "Did I just see you with a pet?"

"Uh. No sir…"

The two went back and forth for a while, but Maka was too concerned with unearthing herself from the mountain of smelly shirts that'd landed everywhere.

The puppy - Melody - yelped and Maka gave her a stern shhh… which surprisingly seemed to work. But one of its nails snagged in her shirt and Melody began flailing her paws in panic.

Maka groaned softly in frustration and attempted to lift the puppy over her head to detach its nail, but it only pulled her shirt completely off her torso.

With the fabric now wrapped around her face Maka sighed in defeat. The puppy managed to detach itself seconds later.

"Step aside, Mr. Evans," the RA demanded. "If you have nothing to hide then let me look around for a bit."

Still wearing her shirt mask, Maka grabbed a handful of clothes and threw it over the puppy.

Only when the closet was flooded with light did Maka realize she was sitting in a stranger's closet without a shirt on.

She gasped and ripped the shirt off her head, leaving her completely exposed in her white cotton bra.

Both men gawked down at her and all three flushed red.

"Oh uh…. sorry," the RA stammered. "Didn't know you had a girl over… I just thought I heard something barking or… or whining or something."

"Uhm. Right." Soul nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "That must of been her uh… the noises you heard."

Oh he better not.

Maka gave him her best 'Soul Eater Evans I swear to got I will deck you right here' face.

"Yeah," Soul confirmed as the story formed in his head. He forced a chuckle. "She gets a little loud sometimes," he told the RA, adding in a wink and a shoulder nudge.

Oh hell no.

The RA disappeared before Soul could finish his elaborate - and strangely detailed - story about how Soul had brought Maka back to his room and how-

"OW JESUS FUCK!" Soul howled. "Where the hell did you find a book?"

Maka huffed and pulled her shirt back on. "I think the correct term would be 'thank you' for pretending to be one of your hookups," she snapped. "And actually I'm kinda hungry so if you want to make it up to me you could take me out-"

"HOLY SHIT, MAKA WHY ARE YOU SMOTHERING MY PUPPY IN MY FUCKING LAUNDRY?"