azroazizah: if I didn’t make Maka at least a head shorter than Soul then I’m not zi ~~~~~~~~~ He’s g
azroazizah: if I didn’t make Maka at least a head shorter than Soul then I’m not zi ~~~~~~~~~ He’s going to kill Wes. That bastard of a brother had kidnapped his baby, also known as the coolest ride known to mankind, for a date. He doesn’t care if it’s their long-awaited reunion after Wes’ world-tour, taking his baby without his explicit permission had granted Wes the highest seat of Soul’s stink list. Unwise move from Wes’ side, to think he can do as he please while Soul has a terrifying ally named Patty Thompson. Thousands of revenge ideas flooding inside his brain as he grumbles about his current predicament. Waking up to see his baby gone, the only choice Soul had to go to school in time was to take the subway. He couldn’t afford to be late, for the first term is biology, and one does not simply arrive late to Professor Stein’s class. The problem is, of course, rush hour, and rush hour means being sandwiched between dozens of Homo Sapiens and the train doors. He’d endure it no problem if the last person to rush into the train—and practically shoved themselves into his reflexive embrace—hadn’t been one Maka Albarn. Boy, he can literally feel the definition of awkward. It’s embarrassing to have a girl standing so close in his personal space, but this particular girl makes everything worse. The fact that they were polar opposites made all conversations they’d ever had to end in arguments. Maka Albarn is this tiny little thing—in pigtails, what even—who’s widely known as their school’s snotty teacher’s pet, with wide and fierce green eyes and childish face that make people wonder if she’s an elementary student getting lost in their academy’s high school building. She’s a walking definition of precise, professional, and punctual. It’s a little surprising to see the honor student out of breath with disheveled pigtails, cramped inside a packed train fifteen minutes before the bell rings. So now, while Wes probably has Liz’ boobs pressed tantalizingly to his back, Soul has Maka Albarn pressed uncomfortably to his chest. What a great way to start the day. The train jerks abruptly, sending him stumbling forward. He catches himself right before he crushes Albarn, and, thankfully, manages to not accidentally grope her breast in the process. Crap, there’s nothing to hang on. Well, actually, there’s one way to keep himself steady. “Uh—sorry, can I just—uh…?” he stammers awkwardly, unsure of how to say his idea without sounding like a creep. Albarn lifts her face. He gulps. Seeing her eyes from up close makes his heart do a funny little jump. They’re so green. “Sorry, can I—uh, put my arm above you?” She tilts her head. “Uh, what?” “To steady myself,” he gives what he hopes a friendly grin instead of challenging smirks he used to throw at her, “I mean, so I won’t accidentally crush you?” “Wha—oh, uh, yeah. Sure!” she squeaks a bit. So he does, awkwardly propping his right arm onto the train doors while carefully leaving a slight gap between them. Everything would be alright if a thought hasn’t crossed his mind. He’s practically kabedonning her. He totally looks like a protective boyfriend fiercely guarding his girl. The thought sends a blast of crimson to the tip of his ears. Albarn must have noticed too, because she shifts her bag and hugs it in front of her chest, using it to hide her own blush. Oh, shit. She’s cute. And so tiny. Soul throws his gaze outside the window. Maybe he’s not going to kill Wes. ~ Click! A blue-haired boy closed his phone camera off, ecstatic to have a new trump card for future blackmailing. -- source link
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