Soma and Pen and Paper-
She tried to hide the paper under her arm but it fluttered to the ground, twirling like a pinwheel until it reached my feet.
"Don't read it! I'm not ready yet," Maka covered her reddening face with her sleeves.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed ab— huh, a poem for me?"
Soma and Triangle-
She gracefully landed in a pile of snow. How it was graceful, Soul could've never explained how, only that she looked like a ballerina, leaping across the stage and landing in the spotlight. She popped her head out from under the snow, turning to the side as she giggled. She started moving her limbs back and forth, calling it a backwards snow angel. Soul drew a triangle around her, to keep her heavenly powers in check as she made the world seem a little brighter.
Soma and Relaxation-
"Soul, when I asked you for hot chocolate, I wanted it now… not in 58 billion years."
He handed her Maka's favorite red mug, and chuckled when she scowled after noticing his chocolately lip imprint on the rim.
She pursed her lips into a pout and cuddled the cup closer to her body, "Asshole."
Soul lifted her head closer to his and whispered, "Want it back?"
"Yup."
Soma and Safety First-
"Please get out from under the table because I swear, it wasn't even that bad."
"Soul, I literally just set water on fire."
Soul glanced back at the pot where the metal was still singed by the stove and he slapped himself on the forehead. "That one wasn't even your fault."
"Just don't let me near any thing else, safety first."
TsuStar- Breaking the Rules
She seemed to dance in the shadows as they bent to her will, swirling around her ankles like ribbons. Tsubaki crouched, then pounced at me, bring a storm of darkness with her as she tackled me to the ground.
"Sorry, but hiding the shadows won't help you, especially since I wield them."
She tried to readjust herself so that she could push off from the ground but my hand locked her firmly in place against my body.
"I bet you didn't see this one coming," and I silenced her lips with my own.
Soma and Breaking the Rules
She was one of the victims that creatures of the dark preyed on every time the moon became blood red and the sky became tinted with rubies. Now, there were two rules that all night people must follow: one, they must not tell any human of their world and two, they must not fall in love with a human. Once every few years, the sky opened on the night of the harvest moon and demons poured from the crack in the universe, feasting and replenishing their powers on the blood of the humans. The elders didn't know that one little demon named Soul preyed from only one girl and one girl alone named Maka nor that every few years since the start of their friendship, they would meet up on that one night and that precious night alone. Both didn't realize that at the tender age of sixteen, they would fall in love and helplessly watch each other become ripped away when the sky closed at the break of dawn.
Soma and Summertime
It was a normal summer's day in Australia, which meant surfing Santas and heatwaves.
After visiting Marie's family to bring the good news and gifts (as well as airplane and train tickets to Death City), Soul and Maka flew to the beach where they stumbled upon an Xmas Holiday TV shoot.
Their lead actor was nowhere to be seen and Santa was missing from action, making a commercial about a surfing and holiday cheer impossible.
One look at Soul's fluffy hair was all it took for the producers to pounce the pair, fitting them into costume and instructing the dumbstruck Soul to ride the next wave out who whispered, "I don't know how to surf."
Within the next five minutes, they were out in the ocean, riding a rouge wave together with Maka in an elf costume princess-carrying a terrified red-eyed Santa.
Soma and Shoe Shopping
Soul peeked at Maka's uniform apparel as she picked up a pair of green Nikes and his frown deepened at her color choice. She really had no other color than the ones that matched the plain, dusty desert even though her pink and pastel pajamas sitting in their joint laundry basket reminded him otherwise. Soul wanted his uniform to at least be similar to her own but the embarrassment of wearing a similar white dress shirt and yellow vest was appalling. Was there no other way to at least be color coordinated with a fashionless Maka? Soul rotated a yellow and black shoe in his hands, darting his eyes from the sneaker to Maka's vest and trench coat.