There's something in his eyes she can't decode.
Summer makes its way through Death City.
The usually already heated Nevada air increases in several degrees, and the windows of the classroom of Crescent Moon are open though it's no use for cooling down.
It's the break between classes.
Maka huffs in silent suffer at the thick warmth, her damp breath crossing the skin of her arms where she laid her head down onto. Maybe it's the only moment ever she resembles her partner in the choice of appearance in class, as they sit beside each other, heads on arms, occasionally sighing and trying to move as little as possible.
Even Black*Star is too tired for his usual tirade; instead he had thrown himself across his desk and had spilled a whole bottle of water over his head, murmuring something of "unfair circumstances for his godly self". Tsubaki just smiles and uses her notebook to wave some air on his still wet face.
"I will never get out of this classroom again. Not because it's so pretty in here. But because my bones will be melted by the time." Maka murmurs.
Her eyes are closed, so she just hears Soul snort beside her.
"Since when are you whiny, Maka?"
"Am not. "
"Are much."
"If it wouldn't require movement I would chop you now."
"I know. Use advantages as they come."
She feels sweat running down her back as she moves, lifting one hand and whacking him over the back of his head, even though the force is ridiculous compared to her usual deadly attacks with the help of leather-bound fatality.
"Ow." He gaves back, sounding as weary as her slap had been.
"You deserved it."
There is another moment of silence, just the sound of Maka settling her forehead on her arms again.
"If your bones melt, I will carry you home."
As she turns her head to look at him, she's met by his gaze; they're mimicking each other again, cheeks slighty meshed against the backs of their hands. The bright sunshine kind of illuminates the colour of his eyes, a deep, consuming shade of red, and she finds herself struggling to look away, while a very weird yet somehow not unknown tingling takes place in her gut.
Or maybe the heat has just melted his brain.
Somehow she's disappointed and glad at the same time, when Stein enters the room.
A/N
Yeah for update! It's been damn warm here recently and after reading the latest chapter of "A Maka For All Seasons" somehow this popped into my mind. (Go read it, it's one of the best SE oneshot collections on FFN ever.)
I'm still not sure about grammar and tenses, and I'd be grateful for a Beta.
Thank you guys for the story and author alerts thought the first one was so short! I wuv u!
*happy dance*