Soul Eater Evans's day was not turning out to be the best he'd had.
First off, that overly flirtatious cat Blair had somehow glommed on to them and moved in after they had supposedly killed her. She was a constant reminder of their failure, not to mention the reason Soul was getting so pale lately—his nose seemed to be constantly bleeding. Of course, whenever Maka saw him anywhere near Blair, she would always assume it was Soul's idea and would instantly knock him out with a Maka Chop. This morning, however, she'd decided it was time for a change of pace, and kicked him out of his bedroom window. He winced as a cut on his back from the glass throbbed briefly.
Not to mention his new scar from his battle with Crona was bothering him. Sometimes it prickled with a slight pins-and-needles sensation; others it felt as if he was getting slashed open again.
If only Maka had listened to me—no, it's not her fault, he thought. It was my choice to take the blow. I am her weapon after all, and a weapon needs to be ready to die for their meister.
He had also noticed that Maka wasn't able to look at him the same ever since he'd been sliced in half. Whenever she looked at him, her eyes immediately dropped to his chest, then would quickly dart away from him. Avoiding him. Soul didn't get it at all, and it was becoming a bit pesky. Would it kill her to face the facts? Yes, he had sacrificed himself for her, but that was just what he was supposed to do as a weapon. He kept reminding her of that, but she wouldn't listen.
Why should I keep telling her? She never listens to a word I say. Soul's thoughts were bitter, and somewhat regretful.
Lost in thought, he also lost focus on solving his current problem: how to study for the huge exam coming up. He had no clue what would be on the test, or how he was supposed to re-learn everything in just 2 days! It felt like the world was asking too much of him. It was madness! How was he supposed to remember all this?
"Soul, dinner!" Maka's voice called from their small kitchen. Soul eagerly got up from his desk and hurried out of his room and into the open space of their apartment. Whatever she had made, it smelled good.
Hell, I'd go for cup soup at this point! Soul was extremely grateful that Maka was a good cook. When dinner was left up to him, it usually wasn't the best.
He turned the corner into their kitchen and saw Maka putting the plates on the small table. "It's spaghetti and garlic bread tonight!" she said without looking up.
"Thanks, it smells good." Soul grabbed a couple of forks and napkins, and a can of Coke for himself. He put a fork and napkin at Maka's spot, then sat down in his chair and started eating.
"No problem," Maka said. She sat down and looked across the table at Soul, who was rapidly twisting his fork around in the pasta. He looked up and said, half-jokingly, "What? I'm hungry. Studying is hard work, you know."
She smiled. "Yeah, I know, and you've been working all day. At this rate, you'll do fine on your test!"
Soul quickly went back to eating his noodles, but he felt a small glow within his heart at the sight of Maka's smile. At least the end of his day wasn't so bad.
It might have even been great.