Of course he had thought about it. He only acted like he didn't. Of course things hadn't gone exactly to plan, but since was he a romantic?
How was he supposed to know that she had accepted a 3-week solitary course off in some middle-of-nowhere mountains? She told him the night before for Shinigami's sake!
He considered forgetting it altogether, but he shook away that thought: it was now or never. So there, in their messy apartment living room; he was dressed in his pajamas and she was dressed in sweats, he brought it up:
"Oi, Maka."
"Yeah?"
"…."
"Soul?"
"You're looking a little less flat lately,"
Somehow an entire series of books dug deep into his cranium.
"Gah!" Soul seethed in pain, "I'm trying to compliment you!"
"Yeah; your insensitivity has got me blushing,"
"Look; can't you tell, woman?"
"Tell what, Soul, that you're being an idiot?"
"Stop!"
She blinked in surprise.
"Let's not start this again." Soul concluded. He straightened himself and looked Maka straight in the eye. He was now about to attempt something no man should ever attempt.
"Don't. Go." He mind was being completely unhelpful. What happened to all the words he practiced in the mirror? No. A cool guy like him could wing it.
"Uh, Soul," Maka started, "The trip's kind of already paid for; and I would have taken you along only it's—"
"Maka" Soul interrupted, "Let me finish."
He ran his fingers through his hair; he would have stuffed his hands in his pockets if his pants had any. He sighed heavily then.
"I. Can't. Live... Withoutyou. " Soul muttered.
"Uh, Soul, you're too—"
"I can't live without y—"
Sheesh this was straight from a chick flick; this wasn't cool.
He didn't finish his statement. He didn't need to. He'd seen Maka's face flush in surprise.
An awkward pause settled between them.
"Soul,"
"You're stubborn and aimless and stupid; yet you've got all the book smarts you'll ever need and you keep amazing me," Soul rambled, his face serious.
"Don't be expecting that again," He concluded.
Green eyes and red eyes locked gazes. Finally:
"You know Soul, you have my permission to be romantic," Maka concluded, slightly sarcastic.
"A cool guy knows when to make the right move,"
"That would have been 2 seconds ago,"
And suddenly amidst it all, in their disorganized little living room, Maka received her first kiss. It was rough, unpracticed; but her heart was pounding like some stupid girl in love and Soul was actually holding her.
Maka pulled away, a smile playing in her eyes.
"Cool." She concluded to him. He grinned his usual sharp-toothed grin.
"Cool."
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Yep, finally updated. I wanted some S/M, but with as little cheese as possible.
I can't really imagine a Soul/Maka confession that'd I'd like; I can always see them just knowing, or saying as little words as possible. Maybe I'll do a different kind in a certain SE fanfic….
Anyway, reviews are welcome as always!
P.S. By the way, thank you Woodlancer for going through and reviewing all the chapters.
