I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. GODAMMIT.
Once Soul and Maka got home, he immediately picked her up (again), went inside and laid her gently down onto the couch.
"Geez, those girls sure hate you to beat you up this much," Soul said while wiping her cuts with alcohol. Maka never winced, never cringed - as if she felt no emotion. No pain. Which was weird, because most of the time she was angry. Soul just ignored it.
"Terrible birthday, huh?" Soul asked. Maka nodded.
"I have something for you. It's not much, but I hope it cheers you up." Soul went into his room and pulled out the neatly wrapped surprise. He slowly handed it to Maka. I hope she likes it, Soul thought while Maka carefully tore open the wrapping.
"Y'know, Soul I already have a photo album."
"I know, but take a look."
Maka cocked her head at him, then curiously opened the large book. Inside was filled with pictures of her with her mother, father and with Soul. But these pictures weren't in her first photo album. "How did you get these, Soul?"
"Well, the ones with your mom I got from her. I sent her a letter and she sent me one back with all those pictures. The ones with your father, well, I met up with him after school. And the ones with me are, well, you know, from me," Soul explained.
"Soul, out of all the presents I got today, I have to say, this is my favorite. Don't tell Tsubaki."
Then she hugged him.
Not like before. Before it was just to say thank you or I missed you, but this time it spoke something else. It meant more like Don't leave me.
I won't ever, Soul thought.
Ahhh so sappy but BOI did this warm my heart. R&R. pls. YES IT'S SUPER SHORT I KNOW