SoMa One-Shots

Sick Day

I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Actually, I wake up off the bed. I accidentally rolled off in my sleep, judging from my surroundings. My muscles burn when I try to get up, so I don't. I just stay there, huddled in my blankets, as I alternate between shivering and sweating. "Oi, Maka, come on! We have to-" Soul's voice stops in the middle of his sentence. "Oh, shinigami. You look horrible." "Thanks for the boost of self-confidence," I tell him, then dissolve into a coughing fit. He gently lifts me up, untangling me from my sheets. I feel the usual butterflies in my stomach at his touch, but today I guess I could pin them on the sickness. I shiver, feeling the open air wash onto me. Then, my bed's springs squeak as Soul hops in with me and places the blanket over both of us. "S-soul?" I squeak. He raises an eyebrow, and that look makes my heart race. "What? We need a way to break that fever, and I wouldn't be able to go to school without my meister. I wouldn't be able to survive school without my best friend." I giggle. "And I wouldn't be able to survive without you, period." I manage, before shivering.
Soul snakes his hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him. A tiny cry escapes my mouth. "Eep!" But he's really warm... And comforting... I don't want to leave here... It feels nice... "You know, it's hard to resist you when you're so cute, are you aware of that?" Soul called me cute! And hard to resist...? A spark of excitement ignites inside me. Maybe... could he like me back? My head spins. "You shouldn't worry yourself over me... You should go find another meister to train with..." I suggest gloomily. He tilts my head upward, forcing me to look into his eyes. "But I don't want to train with any other meister, because I already have the perfect meister. Nobody else would put up with my shit for so long." "True. Same goes vice versa." "And, I don't want to leave you, because you're really special to me. As more than a friend or a meister." I'm still looking into his beautiful crimson eyes, and they burn with passion. "Maka, I won't ever leave you. You couldn't shake me if you tried," Soul states. And then, he's unbearably close, and then- our lips are touching. At first, I have no idea how to respond to this, because 1) it's my first kiss, and 2) I've never experienced it, only read about it. But, after a second, I realize that I'm kissing back just as hungrily, and I wrap my arms around him, drawing us closer. I weave one of my hands through his hair. Surprisingly, it's silky and fluffy. I draw away just far enough to speak. "Well, good thing I'm not trying."