So he was going to fix it. He was going to write an even better love letter. It was going to earn a frame of its own and she would throw away the current love letter. He could then admire her dreamy expression knowing it was his letter that brought it out.

A letter from an idiot of a partner

It was all the letter's fault. The A4 paper filled with neatly written letters with the cute heart at the bottom. Not to forget the beautiful old golden frame she framed the letter in after a day she'd received it. He couldn't forget the dreamy face as she read the letter over and over and over again, completely shutting him.

He hated how the letter completely replaced him. She brought the framed letter wherever she went. To lunch, to school, to outings and even to bed! He hated every time he would lean toward her to read the signature of the bastard who dared to send a love letter to his meister, but every time she would bring the letter to her chest and glare at him like he peaked inside of her journal or something. Like he totally did until he got caught. She hid the journal now in her shoebox at the back of her closet and she hadn't written anything about the love letter!

He stalked after her like a wolf on a prey. His eyes quickly scanned every male for signs of interest toward his meister. With disgust, he found plenty of possible writers behind the love letter. Like the freshmen Death Children who had a habit of waiting for her after class with flowers. He always had to chase them away or steer her away from them. He'd always been so careful to throw all of the love letters away and protect her from their evil guy hormones and dirty minds. So how, how in the world could one of them slip passed his defence and reached his precious meister?

He hated it. He hated the letter, the stupid frame and his meister's stupid reaction toward the love letter that wasn't written by him.

So he was going to fix it. He was going to write an even better love letter. It was going to earn a frame of its own and she would throw away the current love letter. He could then relax as she admired his letter. He could then admire her dreamy expression knowing it was his letter that brought them out.

He sat down. With a paper bag of ridiculously expensive sheets of paper and an even more expensive red ink pen that the saleslady described as "the magical pen of love". He wrote the name of his meister, the uncoolest girl who poisoned him with jealousy and made him go to the length of buying ridiculous items in order to help him put his feelings on paper.

After many papers and neck-massaging later, he managed to finish his letter. He sent it to his meister and he waited.

"Soul!" Maka screamed and knocked on his door before she entered. He groaned loudly and tugged his blanket over his head. "What is this?" He sighed heavily and removed the blanket as he let out a loud yawn. In her hand was the pink envelope with red heart stickers on it.

"A love letter? I thought you could figure that out on your own after reading all those romantic books of yours." He turned to his side, tugging the blanket closer to him

"No, that's not it at all. What is all of this about?" She persisted and neared his bed, fully dressed in that ridiculously short skirt that showed off her long smooth legs and her fine ass.

"Huh? I've no clue what you're talking about." He watched his meister roll her eyes.

"What are you doing? I heard you ten minutes ago when you were at the door. I heard how you opened the mail drop and ran back to your room."

"It wasn't me. That could've been Blair."

"It's 6AM! Blair is sleeping like a rock!"

"So? It could've been the delivery guy. No one is stupid enough to go to their crush's home and drop a love letter, you know."

"Apparently you are." She sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose. "What's going on? You never take the time to write down your feelings. Even if they weren't… eloquent written."

"What?" Soul threw his blanket away and swung his feet over the bed. "They were cool words!" His fists balled and his blood ran hot. He was angry at his meister for finding out it was him and she responds to his letter by completely ignoring his feelings he held toward her.

"Oh really?" Maka crossed her arms over her chest. "For more than a page you explained to me how much of a lost case in the romance department I am because of my interest for books and my 'daddy issues'"

"It is true!" Soul stood up from his bed and marched up to her. "Both you and I know how much Spirit fucked you up and that's because you've been hung up on that love letter of yours!"

"What love letter?"

"You know what letter!" He paused. Waiting for realization to hit her, but her eyebrows stayed narrowed and her pink perfectly moisty lips slightly ajar. His blood cooled quickly and he shrunk under the gaze of his meister. "You know…" His insecurity slowly clawed their way up and burdened him once again. "The letter… the one with the heart… the golden frame."

She sighed heavily and shook her head. "Death… you're such an idiot."

"Hey I'm not―"

"That letter is from my mother." She exited his room just to come back seconds later with the frame in her hands. "It's a very personal letter from my mother. She said some very sweet words and it just felt like she was speaking to me. It felt like she hadn't been gone for years when I read the letter." She held the frame up and she tapped her index finger toward the signature of 'Kami Albarn'.

"… oh."

He was an idiot.

"Yeah, oh." A smile spread on her face as she took a step closer to him. "So… you meant the last part of your letter? About thinking 'I'm uncool, but I would be the coolest girlfriend'."

His cheeks heated up several degrees and he hoped she wouldn't notice. She grinned wide toward him so it wasn't difficult for him to guess he was as red as his eyes. "Y-yeah… you're the coolest person I could ever wish for."

"Even though I'm a bookworm without a social life?"

"Y-yeah."

Her grin quickly turned into a large smile. "Come on!" She lashed onto his hand and entwined their hands. "I think we should go out for breakfast to celebrate!" She started dragging him out of his room.

His eyes widened as his stomach twirled with both overwhelming joy. He let her drag him out of the apartment and down the stairs, it wasn't until the hot asphalt burned his feet he realized the uncool set of clothes he was wearing. "H-hold on a second! I'm still in my pyjamas!"