It was a cold winter's day in Death City, with Maka Albarn searching for something to keep her warm. She opened her closet and found just the thing. A black and yellow jacket.
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Soul had just returned from shopping. "Babe! I'm home!" Silence. "Maka?" Soul began to walk around the house, searching for his girlfriend. He then saw their room's door slightly open. He walked closer and saw Maka wearing his old jacket, hugging herself with a peaceful smile. "Maka?" She opened her eyes and nearly stumbled off of the bed. "Is that my old jacket?" Maka looked down at herself and looked at the black and yellow jacket. "I-it's comfy! So what?" Soul sighed. "I thought I threw it out?" "You did, but I took it back." "Why?" Maka blushed "You remember our first date? When it was cold out?" "Yeah?" "You gave me your jacket. It kept me warm. I loved it, so imagine my disappointment when you wanted to throw it away." Soul sighed, but smiled. He sat down next to Maka. "If it's that special to you, you can keep it." Maka had the biggest smile imaginable. "Really?!" "Yeah. Hell, you can even make it your jacket." Soul received a hug from his lover and kiss on the lips. "Thanks, Soul. This means a lot. By the way..." Maka stood up and showed off her new jacket. "Does it look good on me?" Soul stood up too and held her hand. "You look perfect in it."
