Here we were crashed on the couch bloody and sore. We had just come back from fighting an expecially hard kishan egg.
I look over at Maka and see her looking a little pale.
"Maka you feeling okay?"
Her body was sprawled across the couch she was looking at me.
"I'm fine soul."
She got up slowly from the couch.
"Just fine, I'm gonna take a shower."
And with that she left nothing else was said.
I watched her walk to our shared bathroom of six years. Makas figure had grown quite a bit since we had defeated the kishan Asura. Her once flat chest swelled to a c maybe I don't know sizes.and her hips had widened a fair amount. I no longer had a reason to tease her, she was flawless to me.
I don't remember when I started to want Maka it feels like it happened over night. Maybe I've always wanted her it was just the idea of a perfect women wasn't Maka in my adolescent brain.
I've grown
So has she
She's growing but she's
Getting farther and farther from my reach.
Maybe it's for the best.
