The next day Soul found himself standing in the last place he wanted to be on a Sunday afternoon: the Shibusen Library. He stumbled up the stairs grumpily after Maka as she guided him into the depths of the library toward her favorite secluded spot for studying. Plopping into the nearest chair, Soul laid his head on the desk and proceeded to nap while Maka opened her books and started studying.

An hour or so later, Maka had completed her homework and was ready for something more interesting to review. Standing, she walked into the stacks, looking for the section on Soul Resonance. Browsing along the bookshelves, it was so easy to get lost in the world of words and knowledge. There were so many books she wanted to read!

After wandering through several aisles, Maka finally stopped, finding the book she wanted on the top shelf. Reaching up, her fingers just barely brushed the spine of the book. Suddenly, a warm body pushed up against her, grabbed the book, and held it out to her.

Heart pounding, Maka turned, sending a secret wish to heaven to be met by white hair and ruby eyes. "Oh," Maka huffed, face immediately falling into a scowl; it was Dylan.

"Hey," he smiled broadly, arrogance flashing in his eyes. "I was hoping I might find you here."

"Mmmm," Maka responded, snatching the book and shuffling back in an attempt to find an escape route. Dylan moved forward, pushing her further into the bookshelf and blocking off any exits.

"Don't go, Maka," he purred, wrapping an arm around the back of her waist.

"Maka Chop!" she exclaimed, slamming her book into the offending boy's cranium and using his moment of confusion to slip to the other side of his arm.

"Aw, come on Maka, I just want to talk," Dylan called, traipsing after her while trying to grab the bottom of her shirt or hand. His longer legs caught up to her quickly, and he was able to pull her back facing him with a tug.

"Dylan!" she hollered, barely keeping her voice below a shout, it was the library after all.

"Just five minutes of your time?" he asked shyly, splaying his hand out to show five fingers in an innocent manner. "Please? I'll be nice."

"Fine," she replied, fuming visibly and shaking with frustration.

Dylan suddenly looked down, looking slightly uncomfortable and scuffing his shoe. "Well…"