AN: This is utterly pointless, but the idea that Soul would be pathetic when he's sick just amused me. So have some wicked short fluff. I don't own them. Just the blankets and pillows I keep wrapping around them.
Sick
Soul is utterly pathetic when he's sick. He'll whine and bitch and moan about how miserable he is until he falls asleep and even then he still manages to look unhappy. Maka desperately tries to ignore his puppy eyes, but when he pulls out the pout and a weak cough, she can't resist. She's not even sure that he does it on purpose.
He gets a cold, just a cold, and he acts like he's dying. They've suffered life ending injuries and survived, they've faced impossible foes and won, but he gets a case of the sniffles and is sure that the world is ending. He managed to convince her that he's going to die in a pile of used tissues if she goes school and leaves him alone. So for the sake of their apartment not becoming a sea of tissues, she stays home with him curled up on the couch and his head in her lap.
They watch stupid movies while Soul dozes in and out until his own coughs wake him up again. Maka runs her fingers through his hair until he snuffles and relaxes again with a sigh. Normally he wouldn't like being so folded in on himself to fit on the couch, but it's the only way he can use Maka as a pillow and manage to keep all of his lanky limbs under the blanket.
Soul tried not to talk much while he was sick, he sounded stuffy and ridiculous and as much as he enjoyed making Maka giggle, he didn't really like being laughed at constantly. His head felt too full of cotton and stupid to really give too much thought to being cool. Maka understood anyway, she'd seen him at his coolest and at his dorkiest. He still rued the day he'd discovered his rather deep love for philosophy. Being sick definitely fell under the "dork" category, but since he'd managed to snuggle with Maka all day it was alright in his books.
Maka made soup for dinner and giggled while Soul grumbled about his lack of pillow from the couch. His face was mashed into the seat cushion and his shoulders were all hunched up. It was a simple meal, but it made Soul's throat feel better when he sat up and ate it. They didn't bother putting their bowls in the sink when they finished, Soul just tucked her against him and tried not to cough on her.
Blair came back to find her kittens fast asleep on the couch. Soul had draped himself over Maka and hidden her between himself and the back of the couch. She clicked the TV off and left them to go sleep on Maka's pillows. Her kittens deserved a good snuggle, they'd been working so hard.