A/N- This is dumb. It was written at three a.m. and has not been proofread.

A kind of funny thing happens when you see someone's face every day. The small things slip past your notice, for you're much too focused on the bigger picture of who they are and what they're doing to pay much attention to the minutiae. You get caught up in the day-to-day. You get used to them, stop noticing details.

So it was with Maka Albarn and her demon scythe, Soul Eater. She not only saw him daily, but because they worked and lived together, she spent upwards of 90% of her waking life with him. She knew what he looked like, she didn't need to look so closely. Besides, she was always much more concerned with what she could feel passing between their linked souls than spending much time scrutinizing his barely perceptible shifts in facial expression from Bored to More Bored. By the time they had been partners for a year, she had gotten so accustomed to seeing him each day that it often completely slipped her mind that her weapon was odd-looking, and was only reminded of it when someone else reacted to his strange appearance. She was, for all intents and purposes, entirely inured to his face.

A kind of funny thing happens when you fall in love with someone. The small things become of utmost importance, for that multitude of insignificant building blocks make up the bigger picture of who they are. The humdrum and the day-to-day business that seemed dreadfully important only a short time ago suddenly becomes a secondary concern. You get caught up in the tiniest of details and fixate on things you never noticed before.

And that, of course, was the problem that a particular scythe meister was currently having.

She was deeply, deeply annoyed with her weapon-slash-boyfriend. He was absolutely ruining her day, or at least her image. It wasn't anything that he was doing consciously, per se, so much as it was just his general presence. He was much too sarcastic and much too casually affectionate and much too good-looking and she was about three seconds from swooning over him. Maka Albarn did not swoon, goddammit!

No matter how much she protested, however, the fact remained that she was having a hard time keeping her focus as a result of Soul existing in her general vicinity.

Maka usually did a very good job of keeping a lid on her attraction to and affection for her partner when it would be inconvenient to do otherwise. Today, however, was special. Today, she had made a discovery.

Soul had dimples.

She had no idea how she had never noticed before. They had been partners for years. Maybe she was just used to his face, or maybe it was just that Soul- apathetic, pessimistic sort of guy that he was- was not prone to smiling very often, and when he did it was nearly always that crooked shit-eating smirk that bared all his teeth and took up half his face, certainly not conducive to examining his cheeks too closely.

Maka had no idea how long it might have been before she had taken notice if it weren't for the fact that her partner was a complete and utter sap for her- a fact that pleased her infinitely, because if she had to be distracted and dreamy because she loved him so damn much, then at least she wasn't the only one. She tended to be able to draw forth those gentle, affectionate smiles that were so terribly rare from him, and that afternoon while they were walking to his motorcycle with the intention of meeting their other friends for burgers, he had given her a soft-eyed look with the smallest upturn of his lips.

And that was when she had spotted them, lurking just past the corners of her boyfriend's mouth, little twin pockets of absolute adorableness that were proving to be insanely distracting.

"Do I have something on my face?"

Maka snapped out of her daze, refocusing on Soul's eyes with only minor difficulty. "Uh... no? Why?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You keep staring at me. It's freakin' me out."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just like looking at you?" she teased.

Soul turned bright red and glanced down at his lap, flustered and grinning and oh, there were those sweet dimples of his! Maka wasn't sure what she liked better: the dimples or the still-fresh discovery that with a choice bit of flirting she could reduce her weapon to an adorable blushing mess of a boy. The combination of the two was absolutely precious, and she decided that perhaps she could forgive him for being uncommonly distracting after all.

A/N part deux- So I have recently noticed that Soul has dimples. This is a canon fact, which was very difficult to detect because the bastard never smiles goddammit, but I have photographic evidence. Naturally, once I discovered this, a ficlet on the subject was imminent.