He had the nerve to draw an army of his big, fat signatures all over her skin.
You'd think she could take a nap without being used as someone's personal autograph book; you'd think she could have an hour or so worth's of rest on her couch.
She would have taken her entire collection of tomes straight over to his and Tsubaki's apartment and Maka-Chop the ninja right out of him-- if she didn't look so ridiculous. Instead, she steamed in the bathroom, rubbing her skin red as the black permanent marker slowly ebbed off her skin. She caked herself in layers of lavender soup, filling the bathroom with steam as the hot water faucet blasted into the sink on high.
Scrubbed clean and still ticked, Maka marched all the way to that no-good-blue-haired-idiot's door and didn't even bother to knock.
"Sorry, Tsubaki-chan," she said, bowing to the bewildered young woman. Maka then made her way to the door that lead to that arrogant ninja's room.
"Black Star!!!" And the door greeted the wall like a well-deserved slap; sending the walls vibrating with thunderous resonance.
The culprit was sleeping.
Maka let her new layer of anger set aside as she quietly walked up to the deep-slumbering, unsuspecting soon-to-be-Maka-Chop-victim.
Maka had her thickest book poised and a crooked smile played across her face when she unexpectedly felt a hand upon her knee. Losing her grip on her book and stifling a gasp, she lost her balance and barely made it to crouching on her knees on the floor. Black Star had turned and his fingers had absentmindedly brushed her leg. She should have felt relief that he hadn't awoken. But she was a bit unnerved at the fact that Black Star was this close—this close—and she still hadn't so much as flinched away or given him his deserved Chop.
A few seconds, a few seconds, and a blush crept across Maka's face like a late bloom.
"You smell like lavender,"Black Star suddenly whispered.
"Gaaah!" Maka screamed, quickly snapping out of it, "MAKA CHOP!"
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For fluffypenguinscandy, who suggested the "very, very strange pairing" of Black Star/Maka. A little fluff piece; a good writer's challenge for someone who has her mind wrapped around Soul/Maka. :D