Soul Eater One Shots; SoMa

angst¿?

*!BEFORE READING!*
I have another longer fic planned and this is just something to throw out there since I haven't posted in awhile. This started out as short angst and then all of this happened... This is inspired after Maka's breakdown inside The Book of Eibon. Enjoy!
trigger mention: body shaming
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"You've corrected me for the last time, Albarn!"
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it, Evans?"
"UGH. Your perfectionism is so obnoxious! When will you realize that perfect doesn't exist? Yet, you need everything to be that way. Your books, your technique, even your perfectly stupid face!" Maka was boiling with rage and ignored his odd compliment.
"Sometimes I just wanna, I just wanna..."
"Wanna what, Soul?" Maka's hands were on her hips as she glared at her weapon. Soul ran his hand through his hair with frustration and said,
"I just want to kiss you!" Maka's heart skipped a beat, but the anger was still flowing through her.
"Then do it! You always say I'm always taking initiative and it's never your turn, then take charge for once!"
"Fine!"
"Fi-" before Maka even finished repeating the word, his lips were on hers. The intensity and pressure was more magical than Maka could have imagined. He felt so needy of her taste, of her body, of her love. He pulled her as close as possible to lose any personal space. He pushed them up against a tree nearby and proceeded to move his lips to her neck. Maka felt every inch of her begging to be touched as she filled with ecstasy. Soul stopped for a moment just to look at her.
Maka was shaking a bit from never having done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure how to reply but to say what was on her mind.
"You should take charge more often." Soul smirked and kissed her once more.
"You know, I think I've truly come to love you and those small tits of yours." Maka's euphoria disappeared the instant the last word left his lips and she looked sternly at Soul, then pushed him off.
"I can not BELIEVE you Soul Eater." Maka was infuriated and embarrassed while Soul was confused. She stormed off to exit the woods and Soul rushed after her.
"Wait, Maka no! That didn't come out right. It was way more romantic in my head I swear!" She stopped in her tracks and yelled.
"It was in no way romantic! I'm sorry my BODY is not what you want, but what you settle for! And excuse me for wanting to be as perfect as Soul Evans. You're everything anyone would want to be. You're ridiculously talented, handsome, courageous, and you don't even have to try at anything to be good! Yet i'm over here reading any and every book on everything and working as hard as possible. I try so hard to be the perfect meister for you," she sounded defeated.
"I can never be who you deserve, Soul." Maka was in tears. Soul grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug.

They stood in the middle of the woods as Maka's sobs echoed in the silence and Soul rubbed her back. After a few minutes Soul spoke.
"Maka, I hate when you doubt yourself. You're the most badass meister I've ever met. You work hard and you're awesome at what you do. I could never imagine myself becoming a Death Scythe or being of any significance without your help. You've made me into what and who I am. I'm really proud of you Maka." She always thought she didn't deserve him, but he believed it was the opposite way around.

"And about you not being the perfect meister, I told you before: perfect doesn't exist but, I can say that you're the closest thing to it. You never give up and it's something else I admire. Speaking of that, we have a move to master. Think you can make it?" She pulled apart so she could dry her eyes and Soul stared.
"So, what do you say?" he asks. She took a deep breath.
"Maka...CHOP!" Soul fell to the floor in pain as Maka smiled looking down at him. Writhing in pain, Soul mumbled.
"Okay, I deserve that." Maka laughed.
"You did and I feel so much better now." Soul slowly made his way up and transformed into a scythe. Maka waited.
"Soul."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for always grounding me when I need it. Now let's do this."