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Author's Note: This drabble is especially fluffy...Haha. I'm such a sucker for this stuff, so I tend to write it myself sometimes. Also, I spilled something on my keyboard, and now, when I'm typing, random numbers appear in my words. A bit like th6is. Such6 a pain to g5o back and fix all th6e time...See? Anyway...

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"Psst. Psst. Maka."

She longed to know what he wanted to tell her, but listening to this lecture seemed to have a stronger hold on her attention at the moment. She shot Soul a swift glare to silence him, and then immediately returned to her thorough note-taking, hoping this particular piece of information could hold off until after class finished.

"Maka," he hissed, this time a little louder. A few heads in the classroom now turned their way.

She still refused to bid him any sort of attention; that is, until she felt a triangle-shaped note bounce off her cheek. Eager to release some of her pent-up frustration at his blatant ignorance, she flicked it back at him in full force, almost enough to leave a small paper cut on his face.

He winced at the sting, but knew very well how to be persistent. He threw it at her again, restraining a smirk at her welling anger.

Irritation instantly stole the usual sparkle in her eyes, and her grip fastened so tightly around her pencil it emitted a small snap, about to break under her white-knuckled pressure. Her partner just could never take a hint. She whipped her head around and leered, wishing her eyes were daggers. "What?" she snapped, standing up to face him, drawing the attention of every student in the classroom - including the professor's- like a magnet.

"Something you need to tell the class, Maka?" Stein asked, garnering a few snickers from some of their other classmates.

"N-no," she responded dutifully, bowing slightly to show her sincerity before returning to her seat.

Soul sat back in his own seat comfortably, seemingly satisfied. "Made you talk in class," he said, as if he thought such an endeavor impossible before he achieved it.

The pencil snapped in half, but she didn't have the heart to respond. Getting in trouble in class always put her in a terrible mood. I'm an honors student, she thought, disappointed that she caved into his childish behavior.

He took the unread note and stuffed it in his pocket like a keepsake, his deviant smirk now a more repentant smile. He knew she would never risk her grade to read his note, so he had scribbled a secret on it.

I think I may love you.

- Soul