A/N: My personal favorite –winkwink-

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It was a quiet night in the apartment. Soul was laying on the couch flipping channels on the TV muttering at how boring it had gotten these past few days. The lack of missions has taken a toll on him, and he had resorted to actually study to cure his boredom. He wondered how Maka could stand studying and learning. He just couldn't understand what was so exciting about it.

When at last he thought he was going to lose it, he was interrupted by his meister's voice.

"Soul? Are you hungry?" The young blond asked. Soul grunted in response without paying much attention to Maka. She shook her head at him and rummaged through the fridge.

"What do you want to eat?"

Soul stopped with his channel flipping to look over the couch. "Just fix me a san- WHOA!"

Soul's jaw dropped all the way to the floor. Maka stared at her weapon partner with a puzzled look as he gaped at her. She had on a long short-sleeved T-Shirt that reached to her thighs, and it stopped right just there. Blood squirted out of his nose and he continued to observe her long legs. Her legs, just those were making him flustered and bleed. The girl may not have a set of big boobs or a bodacious posterior, but damn those legs more than makes up for it. And man, were they...

"Uh, Soul? What do you want?"

Soul snapped out of his fantasies at the sound of her voice and forced his eyes to Maka's face. "S-sandwich would be nice."

Maka smiled at her weapon. "Okay!" She chirped and took out the ingredients from the fridge. Soul continued to watch her, carefully of course, as she walked back and forth from the fridge to the kitchen table, her smooth, creamy, white slender legs were moving just at the perfect momentum.

"Do you want mustard or mayonnaise?" She asked when she had the two condiments in her hands.

"Legs." He blurted.

"Huh?"

"I MEAN MUSTARD. PLEASE." He quickly corrected. Maka had a curious eyebrow arched above her eye and shrugged his strange behavior off. Soul slid down the top and buried his face into the couch cushions.

God dammit. This is seriously not cool! He cursed. I'm used to seeing her in a skirt but what the hell is the difference here? I mean come on! They both expose the same amount of skin! But I gotta admit those are some fine legs she's got. I wonder how she keeps it nice and thin like that? The hell am I saying?! No! I'm a man! I will overcome it! I will-!

"Here."

Soul looked up from the pillow and was greeted by the two said "fine legs". Blood squirted out of his nose like a sprinkler and he fell to the sofa on his back. Maka blinked at him while he regained his composure.

"T-thanks," he mumbled and wiped the blood from his upper lip. Maka set the food on the table and turned to her room.

"No problem," she replied. "I'm going to go read for tonight, I'll chat with you later."

As she walked away, Soul's eyes were once again glued to her bottom limbs. The T-Shirt's bottom was bouncing up and down, threatening to show her panties. Soul was so absorbed in his observation that he failed to notice that Maka had caught him peeping.

"Soul, are you staring at my legs?"

Soul came back to his sense and looked up to see his meister with her hands on her hips. Soul turned 20 shades of red and shook his head violently.

"NO, YOU GOT THAT ALL WRONG. IT'S JUST-JUST-JUST-"

"It's just that you're a boy and it's just your hormones, right?" She finished.

Soul laughed awkwardly and Maka sighed. "I guess it can't be helped."

Maka began lifting her shirt up, and Soul was immediately entranced at how slowly she was lifting it. But wait a minute, she's lifting up her shirt. She's not doing what I think she's doing!? Soul leaned in closer as his meister continued to slowly lift her shirt up. Was this heaven? Was this a gift sent by Shinigami-sama for all the things he has done? Oh, please dear Shinigami-sama, please let this be a dream come true! Blood was streaming down his nose and he was right at the edge of the couch when Maka finally lifted up her shirt to reveal...

Shorts.

Red, checkered, boxer shorts.

Soul stopped in his tracks and froze, a huge "what the fuck" expression plastered onto his face. Maka smirked and pulled the cloth back down.

"Just because we're partners that live together under the same roof, doesn't mean that you get see me walk around with just my underwear on." Maka rolled her eyes and turned to her room. "Honestly Soul, you're such a pervert."

She closed the door behind her, leaving Soul stunned. His body finally made a landing on the couch, in which he curled into a fetal position and began shoving tissues into his nostrils.

"That was so uncool," he said to himself and sat up after he stabilized the bleeding. "But I have to admit, that was hot. I wonder if she'll walk around in it again."

He grabbed the sandwich from the table and bit into it, but then spat it back out.

"Ugh, mustard."

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A/N: I had so much fun writing this. Came out differently than what I had intended but I still like it. I hope you did too, so go ahead and review and all that jazz~