Disclaimer: I wish I had Ohkubo-sensei's amazing talent.
Author's Notes: Haven't updated in a little while, and I'm sorry about that! I recently got a new job, so my summer's gotten increasingly busy nowadays. This update's also a little short (as are all the previous chapters, really), so I'll definitely make the next one a one-shot!
Warnings: Spoilers for Chapter 40. Nothing that'll give away the plot or anything, though.
Thanks for the reviews for chapter 14, Midnight Ghost, SoulForAnime, SilverStella, Enthusiastic Reader, maple the wacky tree, Yami96, and Hiezen Uchiha! Also thanks for favorites and alerts. ^^
She doesn't realize how close he is until she comes to her senses at the soft sound of his heartbeat, a rhythm so steady and so unlike his piano-playing it always startles her. She never knows what to expect of him, from the tune he plays on ivory-coated keys to the tune of his soul's wavelength playing softly against hers in their close, shared quarters. Though she supposes he wouldn't be her usual Soul if he wasn't always unusual, always different.
Her one true constant always changed, and she took some strange human comfort in that.
That's why it hurts her deeply to hold in the information about Chrona even knowing he could help, especially when she knows he can sense and see through all of her entangling lies.
She wouldn't be his Maka if she wasn't always the same, always stubborn. Despite knowing from the start she'd hold in what was bothering her, it still upset him, and so he found he couldn't meet her gaze for longer than a few tense seconds at a time as he promised not to rush her into telling him.
"Tomorrow!" she says, absolutely determined to confide in him. "I'll tell you tomorrow."
He's relieved, but still shuffles very slowly to his bed, very hesitantly as if the weight of the unknown between the meister and her weapon added extra gravity to their apartment.
Knowing she's tossing and turning in the room next door keeps him awake as well, and only when he feels her wavelength settle down can he do the same; they wouldn't be each other's unless they were nearly the same.