They're 18, school's out for a week and their thermostat is broken so the apartment is cold.
He'd woken up because his nose was cold. The comforter Maka had thrown in his face last night was warm and fluffy but he'd kicked it mostly off. Soul grumbled and tried to rearrange himself under the blanket but the cold had already seeped in and he was awake. He continued to grumble under his breath when he stalked out of the room, comforter draped around his shoulders like a cape.
Maka was in the living room, predictably curled on the couch with a book. She spared him a glace and snorted at his disheveled appearance. "You're a dork." He pouted at her, but it was ruined by his bed head and the navy blue comforter.
"Yeah well. You're a nerd." He fired back lamely before yawning. Maka rolled her eyes and tried to tuck her toes under a pillow to keep them warm as she continued to read her book. Soul stood contemplating simply lying down on the floor or braving the couch while Maka was armed with a book. He went for the floor between the couch and the coffee table. It was a tight fit for his shoulders but he managed to wedge himself into a cocoon without his feet sticking out. Keeping his head under the blanket so just his hair was sticking out Soul felt around on the couch for a pillow for his head.
"Soul! I was using that!" Apparently the pillow he'd grabbed was the one Maka was using for her toes.
"Fine. Keep your stupid pillow." His voice was muffled, but he left the pillow over her feet. It wasn't doing much, but it was the principle Maka thought. His arm kept patting around on the couch and he looked ridiculous which was kind of cute. She was about to go back to her book when he found her ankle and tugged.
"Soul." She warned. He tugged again. "Soul, I swear I am not!" He pulled her completely off the couch with one more tug and enveloped her in the comforter. "In the mode for your games right now." She finished with her nose uncomfortably close to his lips. He just grinned, pulled down the same pillow as before, and wrapped his arms around her so she couldn't hit him. She settled for flicking his cheek. "You are so not cool."
He shrugged which made Maka move, "Yeah but I'm warm now." Soul turned his head to kiss the fingers she'd flicked him with.
"You are such a dork!" She tried to be peeved, but he was warm and cushioning her from the floor, and it really wasn't fair that he could be so cute. Maka finally gave up and melted into him.
"Yup. But I'm your dork." He kissed her forehead and fell back asleep much happier than when he'd woken up.