Prompt by therewithasmile: Reflection - Sometimes she stared at her reflection for long periods of time, he discovered with annoyance, until one day it pissed him off enough to just leave a note on the mirror frame. When she finally noticed it she gasped and turned red at the text, stuffing it away before anyone else saw.
He didn't know how long it'd been going on, but once he noticed it, he couldn't seem to not. It was a part of her routine, and now it was a part of his.
Wake up, shower, dress, make breakfast, notice Maka watching her reflection in the full-length mirror in her room, get annoyed at Maka turning and poking and frowning at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her room…
…but he didn't say anything, because God knew he'd already given her enough grief over her appearance. But shit, it got on his nerves. What did she even need to be squeezing and poking for? She looked fine enough to him (okay, maybe more than fine, but that was a whole different issue he wasn't quite sure they were ready for).
He wanted to say something. Anything to wipe that frown off her face. He hated seeing her unhappy, hated it even more when he couldn't do anything about it (not that he was very good at that part). But…maybe there was something he could do.
This would either go very well, or he'd be adding another concussion to his plentiful repertoire.
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She didn't notice it at first. Her hair was being particularly difficult that morning, so all her attention had been focused on trying to tame the nest atop her head. When the orange sticky note did finally catch her attention, she peered at it in confusion. When had that gotten there…?
The handwriting told her it was her partner, and that he must have left it while she was in the shower. But that didn't really matter once she read the contents.
Stop spending so much time here. There's nothing to frown at.
Maka's cheeks flamed such a bright red she thought she might explode. She plucked the note off the frame and practically threw it across the room. Second thoughts had her diving after it, because if Blair ever got her hands on it…
Finally, she just stuffed it in her nightstand drawer, because as much as it embarrassed her, she couldn't just throw it out. Even if he hadn't meant it, it was still kind of sweet.
But honest or no, she couldn't meet his gaze when she finally left her room. Piercing red eyes kept trying to catch green ones, but Maka was a stubborn thing. Breakfast was a quiet and supremely awkward affair, though most of it was probably Maka's fault. If she'd just acknowledge what he'd done—but that came dangerously close to territory she was too scared to tread. So she skirted around the subject, much to Soul's annoyance.
But no one ever said that Soul wasn't also a stubborn thing…
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There was a new one the next day, and if the first one made her blush, it was nothing compare to what this one said:
I don't really think your tits are tiny.
What the hell was she supposed to say to that one?! (Needless to say, Soul did get a chop for that note.)
But he didn't stop. Maka didn't say anything, and Soul didn't stop leaving tiny, one-line notes on the frame of her mirror.
And if Maka spent less and less time in front of the mirror each morning, well…mission accomplished.
Posted 13 July 2014