When Soul gave her his old yellow and black jacket Maka didn't actual know what to do with it. It was when they were younger and hadn't actually realized she was dancing around her own feelings. It was before the scythe started going on dates. Before she realized that actually hurt when he did.

But she had soon accepted that Soul wanted to date. Especially since he never went out with a girl more than three times. He was a picky man. Either that or he did it because he was bored. Soul said that none of them challenged him. They'd agree to anything he said and never have a different opinion. Soon he just started to get bored. He found the dates beginning to get taxing.

After he had started the dates Maka would wear the jacket he gave her for a little while before he'd get home. Then, (around the time Soul started to get bored of his dates) she started to wear it all the time at home. He'd come home from a horrible evening and see her in his old jacket. Soul would end up cuddling with her at the end of the night, telling her every detail and wanting something to eat that didn't burn a whole in his wallet. She would pull out left over's and heat them up. Soul began wondering why he was bothering with the dates now.

Tonight was horrible. The date ended in tears and yelling. He supposed he probably should've put some effort into looking interested in...her name was Jessica? Yes Jessica! Well Jessica was giving him her life story over bread sticks at olive garden. He tried his best to find something interesting about her and try to like her but it was harder than expected. She was a weapon. A war scythe. A different type of scythe than him but similar. He had gotten half way through her life story when he came up with a half assed excuse to go home. She got angry and yelled/ screamed that he'd rather be home fucking his meister than on a date. Making fun of him for being a coward and not making a move on her. It hurt a little and he lashed out. Growling insults that ended up getting him thrown out of Olive garden.

Soul opened the front door tired as hell. The kitchen and living room lights were out. The only one on was from Maka's room. Like a moth drawn to a flame he tiredly trudged to her room. Already having kicked off his shoes he entered her room. Greeted with the site of him in his old jacket and her old red skirt and her stockings. Maka looked up from her book and greeted him with a warm smile, the ones she saved just for him. Soul peeled off his jacket as he made his way towards her, not having said a word at all. He crawled onto the bed to the surprised Maka and proceeded to undo the buttons on the jacket

"Soul what the hell are you doing?!" She squeaked. But she didn't stop him. Once the jacket was open Soul face planted into her chest groaning.

"I'm never going on another date again" He grumbled into her chest.

Maka (Still flustered) stroked his hair and told him it'd be all right.

Soul nuzzled and Maka jumped and swatted his shoulders.

"Hey Maka...Can I stay here forever?"

"No"

"Why not? I'll treat you well, wake up to your smiling face every morning. I won't pretend to be made when I see you stealing my clothes" Soul went on. Maka tried to process what he was saying. That didn't sound like just sleeping in this position and being lazy.

"Soul...are you asking me out?"

"Yes"

"I thought you swore off dates"

"Dates are to get to know the person, I already know you. Besides...you are my ever exception"