AN: This is another prompt where I had another idea in mind, but immediately scrapped it for this instead. I like the end result. Hopefully you do too.

Title: Focus On Me

Prompt: Jealousy

Disclaimer: Don't own

Jealousy wasn't cool.

But sometimes Soul would lose the battle and allow the little green monster inside of him to unleash.

He glared at his meister, or rather his rival, as she gazed adoringly.

She had a small, sweet smile on her face, sighing happily every now and then. Her large, expressive green eyes were practically dazzling as she looked to the object of her affections.

Soul scowled, hating the large pit forming in his stomach. Why couldn't she look at him like that? Why couldn't she look at him with a small, secretive smile that she would never show anyone else? Why couldn't she look at him with those pretty eyes like he was her whole world?

Why couldn't she focus on him?

Maka giggled, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she held his rival against her chest. The site made his blood boil.

He had enough.

He needed to intervene.

"Maaaaaka, I'm hungry! Feed me!" he whined, slouching over the back of the couch practically onto her.

Maka squeaked, surprised by his sudden presence. "Soul!" she scolded, "I was in the middle of something!"

Soul internally smiled at how her fiery green eyes were now focusing on him rather than his rival for her affections. Outside, he moaned, playing it off as if he really was dying from starvation, "But I'm huuungry! It's your turn to cook tonight, so hurry up already!"

His meister rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Ugh, fine you glutton! You're lucky you didn't just get chopped; I was at the good part!"

She then set her book down, making sure to mark her place with her bookmark, before heading into the kitchen to fix her weapon a meal. Soul gave a smug smirk as he watched her leave the living room.

"You're such a nerd," he teased. "I don't even know what you find appealing about that book."

Maka stuck her head out of the kitchen to glare at him, "Maybe if you actually read it then you'd know."

Soul scoffed, "Nah. Reading's not cool."

"Whatever." Maka said, completely done with her scythe. She then returned to the kitchen, muttering about lazy gluttonous scythes who don't know how to appreciate good literature.

Once he knew she was out of earshot, Soul turned his eyes back to his rival—that stupid, totally not cool book. He gave a triumphant grin. It wasn't this object that held his meister's attention anymore. No, it was him. All him.

"I win."

AN: This is silly, but my kind of silly. Hopefully I managed to trick you guys into think Soul was jealous of another person rather than a book. Because Soul being jealous of a book is more funny than anything else.

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