A/N: Another quick not 3 sentence thing from tumblr. I hope y'all enjoy it.

Soul watched from across the infirmary as Nygus finished putting the wraps around Maka's torso. Stein's dry instructions on the aftercare were mildly processed through his mind as he replayed the events of the battle over in his head. He had failed to protect his meister, and in turn it had caused her to end up with a scar across her torso. How he had managed to allow that to happen, went beyond his knowledge.

One minute, she had been wielding him, the kishin dragging its claws against the cement as it stormed toward them. The next, he had been flipping through the air while Maka skidded across the ground away from him.

"You okay?" Maka asked.

He was thrown out of his daydream at the sound of her voice.

"Yeah. I'm fine," he said, his voice weak even to him.

The slight slant of Maka's mouth told him she had heard it as well, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she offered him her hand.

"I think I'm ready to go home now," she said.

Her hand felt warm and comforting as he slid his in hers, and he remembered just how much he had missed her the last few weeks she was away.

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They laid on the couch, Maka between his legs with her head on his chest, catching up all the DVRed shows she had missed while away. Soul found himself slowly drifting off to sleep, the sounds of her steady breathing music against his ears. He had forgotten how nice it felt to be close to her like this, to have her alive and well in his arms, and how soothing her soul felt wrapped around his. The nightmares he had experienced over and over again were a distant memory.

"You know," she said, cutting in through his drowsy brain, "now we have matching scars."

Soul blinked once before turning to stare down at her warm smile. "That isn't a good thing, Maka."

Her smile faltered slightly at his words before turning somber. "I know, but at least now we can call ourselves an actual couple? Instead of matching shirts, we get matching scars, though."

"As lame as it is, I'd rather go for the matching shirts."

Maka's gaze briefly dipped away before wide green eyes turned back to him. "Yeah, but now we're not only connected through our souls but also our scars. It makes us closer in some weird way. That's something, right?"

"We get closer in other ways, though." She half-heartedly slapped him and he laughed. "I'm joking. I still don't like that you got hurt."

She nodded after a few seconds. "I know that, but it was my fault. I miscalculated what the kishin was going to do, which was a stupid mistake on my part, and he ended up swiping me away and…"

Her words hitched in her throat.

He didn't need her to elaborate. Lucky for them, Soul hadn't been out for too long before anything got too far and was able to stop the kishin from dissecting Maka. Unfortunately, that didn't prevent the monster from starting the first cut across her torso. The screams that bounced against the buildings that night still haunted him even in the day time.

"I know." Soul sighed shakily and tried to compose himself. "But if I had been quicker you wouldn't have the scar."

"I don't blame you, Soul. I know you've been done enough of that these past few weeks, but you aren't at fault. It could have happened to anyone. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now I have a reminder of it just like you have a reminder of the night we first met Crona. It comes with the job."

"I know, but–"

Maka cut him off by pressing her lips against his chastely. "Enough. I'm home now. I don't wanna talk about the past and what we should have done differently. As long as I'm here with you and we're both healthy and alive, I'm happy. That's what we need to focus on."

A little dazed from the kiss and the need of her mouth on his being too strong to argue back, Soul nodded. "If it means more kissing, I'm all for it."

Her giggle sounded glorious in his ears as she leaned down to kiss him again. This time, though, the desire and want that she had kept pent up for the last few weeks they were apart was apparent as her tongue snuck in between his lips. They spent the rest of their night ignoring the TV by paying more attention to each others needs in the bedroom. Soul even pushed himself to face the scar across her torso by gently kissing the sides so as not to bother it.

The whole affair felt intimate and sweet. They both cherished and loved on the many scars that the other had – both small and large. Soul felt his worries and guilt over the incident fade away as the night wore on because no matter what, Maka was alive and well. And he would do all in his power to make sure it stayed that way.