In Which The Sunset Is Ugly
I got bored during class too.
Especially on days like this when the light reflected in such a specific way that Professor Stein was merely a white blob and the words he said never seemed to connect in my brain.
I was about to fall asleep and I knew it.
My head full of mush and eyes glazed over, I leaned on my hand and turned to Soul.
"Hey," I said in a low voice.
He grunted, refusing to move his head off the desk.
"Hey," I whispered again.
He shifted his head and opened one of his striking eyes to glare at me.
I leaned my head on the desk along with him and stared at the stripes dancing in his eyes.
He smirked and said, "Not paying attention in class, are we Maka?"
"To tired," I said.
"Hmm."
At the end of class I woke him up.
We were about to leave the door when Professor Stein called us.
"You guys get to clean the whole class room," he said teeth glaring.
No words were needed in exchange as to why we were punished because we had been clearly sleeping.
We mumbled apologies and set out to clean the class.
The whole ordeal was full of arguments and fists flying.
"Professor Stein left us here," I said. "It's getting dark we better leave."
The sun had started to set and the orangy glow reflected off Soul's hair nicely.
I stopped right before we reached the motorcycle.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said, mocking me.
"What's going to happen when," I said, fumbling for the right words. "When we're older?"
His eyes, looking redder than ever in the sunset, widened in surprise.
"Haven't given that much thought I suppose," he shrugged.
We were quiet for a moment when a sudden image came to my head and I chuckled, "Just imagine a mini Black Star."
"You think Tsubaki and him will get married?" Soul said surprised with the corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement at the thought of a tiny Black Star.
I hadn't dwelled much on the idea of them having a relationship and said, "Well I assume that Tsubaki will marry someone, but I guess Black Star might not."
"That's not what I meant," he said, laughing.
His teeth were really distracting and I couldn't interpret what he was implying, "What do you mean then?"
And just like that, "Will you marry me?" popped out of his toothy grin.
On reflex, I punched him in the face.
"Sorry sorry. I had to. You practically laid out that line for me," he said rubbing his nose.
I hopped on the motorcycle, refusing to look at him.
He grabbed a hold of the handles and without turning around said, "Truthfully, I really don't know."
And truthfully, I really didn't either.