AN: Thanks to Eris for the title and Eis for reading it over!
Hopping around on one foot with freaking heavy groceries in both hands was decidedly not cool but Maka yelled at him whenever he let the door slam shut. Only reason Soul didn't fall flat on his ass and crush the eggs was because of all those dancing lessons, and no he still wasn't thankful for them. Easing his toes out before they got stuck the door clicked shut and Soul sighed, safe from yet another Maka Chop.
He toed off his shoes, lost one sock but not the other, and shuffled into the kitchen to put the groceries away. Soul quickly hid the obscenely sugary cereal he hadn't been able to resist buying, because midnight sugar cereal snacks were the best type of midnight snack! And Maka always wondered how they went through milk so quickly.
A low, pained moan made Soul stop. His blood ran cold, Blair was out at work, and he'd left Maka alone while he went out. Soul was moving before he could even register what was happening and then he was flying when he heard his name gasped. He had left her alone. He had left her alone. What if she was hurt? What if a kishin had attacked her while he'd been gone? What if-
The door wasn't open, and Soul wasn't really sure how he got the door open, his mind was so set on making sure that his Meister, that Maka, that the most important person in his whole god damn life was alright that he burst into the room, panicked, shaking and partially transformed.
It took them both a moment to register what was going on.
Maka was lying on her bed. No blood.
Maka was lying on her bed, with no pants on and her shirt pushed up to her collarbones. She doesn't look hurt just…flushed.
Maka was lying on her bed and her hands…were…oh….oh shit.
Well, she wasn't hurt and that's what mattered!
Not the fact that…her….her tits were freaking perfect and probably just enough to fit in his hand perfectly…and her fingers were…
Soul stumbled backwards, tripped over some of her books (cause what else are you going to trip over in Maka's room?) and landed on his ass against her dresser. Maka screeched, scrambled to cover herself, and then fell off the other side of her bed yelling obscenities and throwing books, socks and her neon panties at him. Oh lord.
Since when did bookworm Maka own neon orange panties!?
"SOUL! HOW COULD YOU!? THE DOOR WAS CLOSED! YOU AWFUL PERVERT! GET OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN! AND I WASN'T! I'M SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT! AND I WAS WORRIED! NEVER MEANT! I NEVER THOUGHT!"
They were both yelling, neither really listening, Maka had run out of things to throw from where she was hiding on the other side of the bed and Soul was as far away from the bed as he could be.
"I'm gonna just….leave…now. Not looking. Promise. I'm not looking." Soul kept one hand over his eyes and flailed the other one around until he felt the door and scrambled out of her room and to the safety of his own.
He felt bad, he really did. He'd entertained nightmares about her walking in on him but had never in his wildest dreams (and he had some really really wild dreams…whetstones) had he thought he'd walk in on Maka…masturbating. Soul shuddered it was gonna take a looong time before he got that image out of his head.
Hopefully she'd forgive him. Maybe. Or maybe they really should just let the door slam shut.
Oh fuck him… her neon orange panties were still on his shoulder. Soul sighed and gingerly held them as far away as he could. Yup, he was going to die.