Soul awoke from the couch in a rather unflattering manner - neck completely sideways, drool falling from his crooked teeth onto his black t-shirt, silver hair completely wild and limbs sprawled out. He woke up at 1:00am when he heard the quiet *click* of the door. It was then he knew Maka was safe and could fall into a deep sleep. Usually he would crawl from the couch to his bed, but last night his eyes decided to shut again before he could even lift a single finger.
The sun was pouring into his room as he put on jeans and a blue hoodie. He walked out of his room and was immediately met with the warm, sweet smell of Maka's special breakfast coming from the kitchen. Soul was filled with excitement, Maka's special breakfast was nothing that special, but to Soul it represent all things he enjoyed: sugar, cinnamon, Maka and since she only made it for him on his birthday and Christmas, Soul couldn't help but rush to the kitchen.
When he walked into the kitchen, he was about to ask Maka why she made his favourite breakfast but his voice escaped him. His whole body froze as he saw Maka, wearing only her night dress, her smooth legs went on for miles and her hair was in a messy ponytail. He couldn't see her face, but he could just tell that she was concentrating. In fact, "Maybe she hasn't notice I've woken up yet..." was his first thought, "She sure as hell wouldn't want me to see her like this...or would she?" Soul didn't know if he should stay silent and admire he's meister's perfectly proportioned body a little longer or let her know he's there. After all, he didn't want to seem like a creep despite the thoughts that were running through his brain.
Fortunately, Soul didn't have to make the decision. Maka spun around and as if it were the movies, Soul saw it in slo-mo. Half naked in the kitchen, wisps of hair escaped the pony tail and framed her face, Soul couldn't help but erase the dirty thoughts form his head. He replaced them with what he wanted to do right then and there - tell her how much he's adored her since first year and how he likes her flat chest and that he gets jealous when boys at school glance at her and how he's worried sick every Friday night and how he wants her to stay in on Friday night and watch movies instead. But he doesnt.
"Soul! Okay I know its not Christmas or your birthday but I wanna tell you something really cool and I don't want you to get all weird about it." Maka smiled and turned back to the kitchen counter where she plopped two pieces of french toast and waffles onto two plates.
"Oh, so you're trying to butter me up with breakfast? Oh woman, you know me too well." Soul laughed and almost immediately relaxed. He sat down at the kitchen table as Maka grabbed the milk from the fridge. "Also, why the hell are you dressed like that? Or should I say not dressed?"
Maka's faced turned a light shade of pink, "Shut up. I just got up and made breakfast after staying out all night, cut me some slack." She sat down and the two began stuffing their faces.
"But seriously...why did you make this? It's just a Saturday."
"Soul okay don't make fun of me but I met a guy last night and I think he might like me?" Soul's whole body froze for a second and though he tried to hide it, Maka's already nervous eyes caught this. She felt her body go red and wanted to hide in a corner, " Yeah I know who would like me and whatever but he seemed nice?" Maka continued on her ramble, obviously nervous she began to pour words out of her mouth explaining where they met and how he also went to DWMA but Soul heard none of this. He didn't know what to do.
"I shouldn't have waited so long to tell her."