Soul winced as the apartment door clicked shut louder than he'd anticipated. He sighed as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his suitcase and jacket by the front door. Maka would probably throw a fit in the morning about his mess, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He glanced at his watch, it blinked back 2:47am. He was happy he was back a day and a half early from his mission, but it was still too early for his liking. His Death Scythe status, while cool, often pulled him away from Maka to assist Stein when Spirit wasn't available. His back ached from being in weapon form for the better part of the past week and his soul also felt strained from the lack of contact with Maka's wavelength. He missed her so much he didn't even realize that he had slipped into a light resonance with her upon entering their home. Her wavelength washed over him in gentle pulses, making his shoulders relax and his eyes droop just a bit more. He moved through the living room with every intention of falling straight into his bed when a rustling noise made him pause. He turned on the lamp sitting beside the couch. On top of said couch was his meister with a blanket, his blanket, covering half of her while the rest pooled onto the floor. He groaned quietly, all he wanted to do was sleep, but he couldn't very well do that without his blankets and Maka would surely hurt her back sleeping here all night. Maka shifted on the couch, rolling all the way onto her back which caused the rest of her covers to slip onto the ground. Now that he could see her fully, he noticed she was wearing his favorite shirt, the orange one that read 'piano man'. She also had on a pair of his gym shorts that swallowed her thin legs. He couldn't help looking at her, she was undeniably cute with her pigtails askew and her lips pated slightly. Suddenly her eyes blinked open, squinting against the light from the lamp. Soul blushed and redirected his glance, hoping he hadn't been caught openly staring.
"Soul?" she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
"Yeah, it's me, sorry to wake you up," he whispered back to her, "You should really move to your bed or your back is going to hurt." She looked at him, eyes focusing just a bit more.
"No, 'm fine right here," she responded, "You're home early?"
"Yeah, we finished up early, I just got in."
She made a noise of acknowledgment before closing her eyes again. "That's good."
He sighed once more, he knew his back would kill him in the morning for this, not cool. He flipped off the light and flopped onto the couch, forcing her to scoot over. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and tossed it over both of them.
"What are you doing?" her confused voice cut through the darkness.
"You have my blanket, and since you refuse to move, I'm staying here," he said as he snuggled his head into her hair and closed his eyes. He couldn't see her face but he was sure he could feel something close to embarrassment pass through their link. He smirked to himself, he decided to push his luck a little further before he drifted off.
"Any reason you're in my clothes?" he asked. Her end of the link flared with a mix of guilt and slight shame.
"I-I just…" she stuttered before sighing loudly "Ijustmissedyou!" she rushed before pulling the blanket over her head.
Soul held back a laugh, he didn't feel like being hit tonight. "I missed you too, nerd." He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer and started to let himself be lured to sleep by her wavelength.
"Hey Soul?" she asked from under her covers. He hummed in response.
"I'm glad you're back," she whispered as she moved closer to him.
He smiled into her hair "Me too."