Partners

Formal

Soul Eater cleaned up well for being the kind of person he was.

The first time Maka ever laid eyes on him, he was in a pin striped suit and his hair had been combed back. The expression he wore still came off as lazy and nonchalance, but something about how that tie fit around his neck and that overcoat shaped his broad shoulders made him quite handsome.

She had almost forgotten just how striking he could become just by replacing his sweater or leather jacket with a formal suit. He was already quite the good looking individual, she thought, but when he was forced into a button up dress shirt and slacks, something about him seemed to work.

Maybe it had been because he was raised in a wealthy family. Maka wondered if that had been the case, but she always came to the conclusion that people normally came out much more beautiful or attractive when they cleaned themselves up a bit. However, as she stared at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but let out a grim sigh in disappointment. She was not one of those people that cleaned up well. She was flat as a board, had absolutely no sex appeal, and well, she just didn't look good in a dress.

She didn't even like dresses.

"Come on." Soul's voice was heard from the other side of the bathroom door. She heard a soft rapping and figured he was growing more impatient as time went by. "Why do you always take so long? Girls are such high maintenance."

He didn't know it, but she had finished curling her pigtails a long time ago. Maka always spent most of her time before a formal gathering staring at herself in the mirror and silently wishing she looked a lot prettier in her dresses. It didn't help that Liz and Tsubaki fit into their dresses better and always got compliments on their beauty from the boys around them. Even Black*Star had complimented Tsubaki once and that was an incredibly rare sight to behold since he was usually too busy stuffing his face or giving an arrogant speech to the party members to notice how lovely his Weapon looked.

The most Maka got out of Soul was a comment on her fat ankles or how he could smell the ends of her hair burning.

"I'm coming." She sighed under her breath and took a step away from the sink. She opened the door to reveal the white haired scythe impatiently sitting at the dining table, a finger tapping against its surface to an unheard beat. He must have been thinking about the music he normally listened to when he did his homework. "Sorry. I'm ready."

Scarlet eyes were drawn to her and she found herself looking away in embarrassment. It was a new dress. He hadn't seen this one before, and there was no telling he would just crack a joke about how much more flat it made her look or how her knees looked weird underneath the light blue ruffles circling her thighs.

"Hey is that new?"

He noticed?

"…Y-Yeah."

She felt her eyes drift back over to where her Weapon sat, but instead of being in the chair, he was on his feet again and sporting a casual blue dress shirt and black slacks. They were nearly the same; like some kind of couple trying too hard at a homecoming dance. "I didn't know you were going to wear blue." He tugged at the cuffs of his shirt and sauntered over to the door. "It's kinda cool. We match."

Maka's lips spread in a small smile. "Yeah. Cool."

Just as he opened the door to let her out into the chill air before him, she swore she saw his eyes take the rest of her in by looking over her legs. Although, the second he commented on her ankles, that flustered reddening of her cheeks disappeared and she was swinging a book down on his head so hard, he was sure to be seeing stars for the rest of the night.

this one was just too easy

haha oh Soul

always lustin for them legs of her's

xoxoxo