Prompt asked by cdeblias on tumblr: 'Soul to Maka "You're adorable"'. Thank you!
Also, I take the chance to add that though I take a long time to update on here and AO3, there are plenty of finished prompts on my tumblr which I haven't gotten around to publishing on here yet. This one is quite shorter than the rest, hurr durr.
Enjoy!
They're doing the same things they always do after particularly strenuous missions - lazing around the house, watching a movie and eating far too greasy, far too unhealthy take-away food - just plainly enjoying their time together in a not fighting-for-their-lives kind of way.
Soul knows meisters and weapons that only fill the minimum quota for time spent together, missions included, but he doesn't think he could ever do that. Maka is the one constant thing in his messed up life; he's gotten far too used to waking up in the morning by the smell of breakfast she cooked for the two of them (because she knows all too well that he doesn't function in the mornings and would probably burn the apartment down if he tried to do it), to her gloved hands holding on to him tightly, to her angelic voice calling him back from the depths of his madness-infested soul.
She shuffles back to the living room, having switched from the bloody clothes she had used for the battle, bunny-patterned shorts and tank top now covering her instead. He contains a snort, because her pyjamas coupled with the pigtails she constanly wears make her seem like an overgrown five year old. Only, with really, really nice legs he'd like to have wrapped around either his waist or his head.
Okay, scratch the five year old part, that would just be plain gross.
Either way, she looks absolutely adorable, even if there is a tired scowl on her face, and his mouth is open and the words are flying out of it before he can understand what's going on or put a stop to it.
She blinks.
She blinks again.
Time stretches on for what seems to be hours, and Soul's face is getting redder by the second. He doesn't think he has ever blushed this hard, ever, because blushing isn't a thing cool guys do, and there are embarrassed coils in his stomach that make him dread both her reaction and the repercussions of it.
Maka seems to finally digest his words, because there is a pink hue rising to her face and the scowl is completely gone, and he fights the urge to utter the words again. She walks over to the couch, plops down on the place next to him, all while saying nothing.
Yet he can feel her pleasure over their link, always thrumming in the background of his soul. Maka smiles against the skin of his shoulder as she breathes out a 'thank you', and his soul soars at her words.
If they snuggle closer than usual after the exchange and all the nights after that, they don't comment on it. But Soul makes a note to himself to compliment her more often.
