Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

Pairing: Soul and Maka.

Author's Note: I like this pairing so much I decided I would do a drabble / one-shot series for them from time to time. I really like writing for these two, even considering how complicated they can be sometimes (I hope they don't stray from their character). I've only watched the anime so far, but I got the first volume of manga and I'll soon be working on that. For now, however, the drabbles and one-shots will be based mainly on the anime series, and will later become a mix. They'll probably be based on random LJ prompts for inspiration, or just something I may pass day by day. Who knows; I just hope someone out there enjoys it. ^^

At first, they kept their distance.

Even though they took up residence in the same house, and walked to school together, they kept space from each other, stepping on eggshells.

But then, many things happened that drastically changed them both.

They entered battle together, forging an instant, unbreakable bond between meister and weapon.

Suddenly they talked a lot more, especially over dinner; a job they later decided – together – they would share the responsibility of.

They both assumed things about each other that were dead wrong.

While Soul once lingered in her doorway to talk, he soon started walking in and sitting on her bed like he owned the place. Maka took it as an invitation and sat right next to him, appreciating the warmth his presence provided. Now they were so close the fabric of their sleeves brushed; they could almost hear each other's erratic heartbeats.

She opened up to him about her parents and he saw a fragility she did not show any of her other friends. He wanted to protect her almost immediately when he witnessed it, when he consoled her, and when he provided her with a comfort he did not know he had in him until meeting her. She would be like the flower, and he the vase.

As she talked he listened so intently she swore nothing could break his concentration, and she wanted to listen to him, whenever he felt ready enough to speak his mind.

Even now she still waits, and willingly. She knows now that distance doesn't last forever, and so does he.