I got an ask from Rogha, "Soma. "I sleep naked and was therefore holy unprepared for that fire alarm going off and now i am standing outside in the dead of winter wearing a bed sheet". Make of this what you will." And then this thing popped out.
So, Maka was a bit of a heavy sleeper. Especially after not sleeping for the past week or so because of papers and assignments. And really, being startled awake after she had just fallen into a deep sleep wasn't exactly fair.
But the alarm was blaring, she was confused, naked (well, 'cept for her panties), and fearing the worst, yanked her sheet with her and ran out the door.
Turned out it was fucking cold out, a fucking prank by some asshole frat bruh, but they still had to fucking check the whole building. And from experience the last time that happened, they were going to be outside for a while.
Maka had pulled her inadequate pale yellow bed sheet totally around her, but she was still shivering violently and standing on one corner because she hadn't even thought to grab slippers. Okay, next fire alarm, even if the god damn dorms really were on fire she was grabbing slippers. And pants. And a fucking sweater! Damn she was cold!
"Oi, Maka! Go to a toga party or something?" Oh great, here came the boys lacrosse team back from their away game.
"Go away Black Star!" She shot back through chattering teeth. Fucking boys all cozy in their sweats and jeans and ugh! A few of them chimed in that they didn't know there was a toga party! Was that what everyone was doing out in the courtyard? Awesome party, bro!
Sometimes she wondered if lacrosse boys were a different species.
The quiet long stick midfielder with white hair elbowed past Star and shrugged off his leather jacket so he could drape it around her shoulders. Soul Evans, number 42, he had a wicked shot that so far hadn't been stopped by any goalie this season (…okay, so even if they were a different species, their games were a lot of fun to watch). "You looked cold?" He offered.
"Mind zipping it up? I can't really feel my fingers." That and she was afraid if she moved her arms the sheet was going to move and she'd end up flashing the whole fucking school. Soul nodded and quickly zipped it up, she didn't even feel too bad, he still had a sweatshirt on and oh my god the jacket was so warm and smelled really good.
She buried her face in it (he'd been nice enough to zip it all the way to the top, good man), and oh god it felt so good to get her nose out of the cold. "I, uh, have an extra pair of socks too if you want them?" Maka looked at him again, oh, what pretty eyes, wow. "They're clean. Promise."
"I'd still be standing on the ground though, don't want to do that to your socks."
Well, five minutes later, she was standing on his toes (with his socks that went up past her knees), wrapped in his jacket with his arms around her and the rest of the team snickering. But, she was finally warm and looked like some weird Japanese fashion model.
"Would this be a bad time to ask you out to coffee?" Soul asked, his breath warm against her ear.
Maka hummed, "Let me put on some real clothing. And maybe just a hot chocolate from the diner." Cause really, when a boy (even a lacrosse boy!) was nice enough to take off his jacket and let her stand on his shoes, she could go get a hot chocolate with him. Not like she was going to be sleeping anytime soon after this.
"Sounds good."