Day 10 - Sweetheart: "I'm drunk, you're cute, and I'm going to do a lot of things I'll regret in the morning"Future fic, Soul Eater universe. Note: song lyrics are by Hozier, song is "Take Me to Church".

"Dude, you are SO wasted."

Maka peered up from her book, hearing, rather than seeing, the calamity going on behind her apartment door. Black*Star had taken Soul out for a "boy's night" to celebrate his 22nd birthday and while Maka had assumed that she might have needed to post bail at some point, she had not expected her weapon to come home completely inebriated. Soul wasn't much for partying or alcohol (Control issues, probably, plus he hated to look "uncool") and he bordered on the skinnier side, so Maka surmised, quite correctly, that his tolerance was nonexistent.

Black*Star finally got Soul into the apartment (smacking Soul's head on the door frame in the process) and threw him onto Maka's lap. "Tag, you're it."

"What," Maka asked calmly, "did you do to my weapon?"

While a lap full of Soul wasn't a bad thing, he smelled like cigarettes and vodka and was that glitter in his hair? Also he was smiling. A lot. It was a little freaky.

Soul cuddled into her lap like an overgrown cat. Maka opened her mouth to berate Black*Star for letting her weapon-slash-best friend-slash-maybe boyfriend get this drunk but he was gone. "Oh, so nowhe knows how to act like a ninja. Typical."

"Makaaaa," Soul slurred. "You're so pretty."

So Soul was an affectionate drunk. Okay, then. "You're so gone," Maka said and stroked his hair out of his face. "What did you even have?"

"Lots of stuff. Missed you, though."

She bit her lip, trying not to be pleased at the flattery. It was the alcohol talking, she reminded herself. Maka slid out from under him. "I'm going to get you some water. Sit. Stay."

"'m not a dog," he grumbled, flopping onto the couch pillows uselessly.

When Maka came back moments later with a glass of water and some Tylenol, she found Soul sitting up on the couch with his guitar. Maka had always assumed the guitar in his room was for show but with the way he was holding it, it was obvious that he knew what he was doing. But what washe doing? "Uh, Soul–"

"If I'm a pagan of the good times," he sang as he strummed, "my lover's the sunlight. To keep the Goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice."

Oh no, was he serenading her? Maka was equal parts embarrassed for Soul and extraordinarily pleased for herself because he was serenading her and holy shit he had such a hot singing voice. Who knew it was possible to be sexually attracted to a voice?

"That looks looks is hungry work."

Down girl, Maka told herself even though the way Soul was looking at her made stomach do very odd things. He was drunk and not in his right mind, because if he was, he wouldn't be looking at her like she was the most delectable meal on the planet. "That was lovely," Maka fought to keep her voice even. She took the guitar from him and placed it gently by the couch."But let's get you to bed."

Soul pulled her down into his now empty, guitar-less lap. His thumb traced her bottom lip gently. "Your bed?"

"No," Maka said adamantly, even though her resolve was quickly crumbling. "Everyone goes to sleep in their ownbeds."

"Aww."

He needed to stop being adorable ASAP stat. How dare he be so cute and vulnerable? This had to be illegal. "Drink the water and then sleep."

"One kiss," Soul said. "It's my birthday."

"One smallkiss," Maka agreed. "And then bed."

She leaned up and pressed a tiny, barely there, chaste kiss on his lips because he was drunk and she was sober and Maka would in no way take advantage of her most important person. Soul seemed content with that and let her shuffle him off to bed.

"Maka," he said from under his covers. Soul sounded more coherent than he had all night. "I love you."

Maka snickered under her breath as Soul began to snore heavily. "You're going to hate yourself so much tomorrow."

"Kill me."

Maka foisted a cup of coffee into Soul's hand. "Hungover?"

"Fucking kill me right now," he rubbed his forehead. "Thanks."

"You are such a sweetheart when you're drunk," Maka said cheerfully. "Do you remember serenading me?"

Soul groaned and tried to drown himself in the cup of coffee. "Erase that from your memory. It's so lame. I hate everything. I mostly hate Black*Star."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Soul blushed instantly. "Should I erase the love confession, too?"

"… no. Keep that. But pretend I did it better. And sober."

"Deal."