Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or The Enemy by The White Tie Affair

A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life.

-Christopher Morely

As we walked home, I tried to think how we got here. Honestly, it was that fight last night.

The one where I had come home late. She had expected that, but she was still waiting up for me by the time I got home.

I try sneaking in, hoping she had gone to bed. Of course not, she was standing by the door, staring at me with angry eyes. I really wasn't in the mood to listen to her yell at me. It was late, and I could tell the only reason she stayed up was to start a fight. She starts ranting on about my bad habits, but I ignore her and keep walking towards my room. She yells even louder.

I shut the door in her face and locked it. She starts banging on it. "Maka, you're going to wake the neighbors," I grumble, falling into my bed.

"I don't care!" she yells through the door.

Dear God, she's worse than Blair meowing to be let out of the room in the middle of the night because she was too lazy to turn back into her human form and open the damn door herself.

I groan as I got off the bed. I would never be able to get to sleep with her outside. I unlock the door and let her in. I sit on my bed again and hear her yell at me for never listening to her. Honestly, I was too tired to take anything in.

I don't know if it's because I'm so tired and want her to shut up, or if it's some inner desire. I wrap my arms around Maka, making sure her arms were locked against her body, and pull her into the bed with me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper in her ear. She shivers, and I smirk. That shut her up. Even though I know she knows I only said that to put this fight to an end. "Just go to sleep."

It's surprising when she got comfortable in my arms and starts to drift to sleep. The smirk on my face widens. I am literally sleeping with the enemy.

When I wake up, I have a face full of blonde hair and a numb arm. I nearly jump out of bed until I remember what happened last night. I smile and shake Maka awake. "I need to move my arm," I say.

"It's your own fault," she grumbles, sleepily.

"You're the one who decided to stay," I retort, trying to yank my arm out from under her. It hurt, but I got it back. I shake my hand as the pins and needles take over to the point where it hurts.

"Didn't have much of a choice."

"You could have gone when I fell asleep."

"I fell asleep before you," she turns over to face me now. "And you need to be quiet. I'm trying to sleep."

"Says the girl who yelled at me for a good fifteen minutes at three in the morning."

She puts her hand over my mouth. I lick her hand. She squeals and rubs the saliva on her hand on my face. "That's gross, Soul. You're so lucky I don't have a book with me."

"Don't put your hand over my mouth, then!"

"You're stupid," she says, flopping on her stomach and looking away from me, more than likely trying to capture a few more moments of sleep.

I look at her in curiosity. This was usually reversed, in our respective beds, of course, but still. "You know, normal people wait until they start dating to sleep in someone else's bed," I tell her, poking her shoulder.

"Then take me on a date, 'cause I'm not moving."

She was only kidding, but it still twists a knot in my stomach. "Alright, let's go tonight, then," I suggest, playing along.

"'Kay," she says.

I blink, just staring at her, still assuming that she's kidding.

I was wrong. Later, when she's fully awake, she tells me to "pick her up at seven" with a giggle. I could barely hide my surprise, but apparently she had been serious. I don't know when this girl had become so bold, but I couldn't say I hated it.

I looked at our linked hands, and, damn, was I happy that she had been serious. It was the best fight we had ever had.