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”You have got to be kidding me!” Maka couldn’t help but exclaim in outrage. Stein threw her an annoyed glance before addressing the class once more.
“It was Lord Death’s idea in order to put the people of Death City at ease. Rumours have surfaced that have thrown our image into exaggerated proportions, making people believe that we are the ‘monsters’ which have killed the innocent.” Stein withheld a scoff at his own words. “So, in light of that, the whole school will be holding a festival on the fourteenth.”
“But that’s Valentine’s Day,” someone commented.
“That’s the theme...” Stein sighed. He’d much rather be at home, in his lab, preferably dissecting something, but instead he had to babysit the class and even acknowledge this ridiculous ordinary human ritual.
“Fine, so what are we meant to be doing in this festival?” Liz drawled, more interested in her chipped nail
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Valentines Day had little to no impact to young scythe meister, Maka Albarn. Love was nothing but an invalid, complex, and unsuccessful experience in her view. Her parents were living proof of that tragedy. Since then, Valentines Day had been passed as any ordinary day, but that didn't mean it would limit her to seeing it as a holiday for significant others.
Liz and Patty were the ones who had come up with this idea since they wanted some girl time bonding before the holiday. The Thompson sisters had insisted to cook at Kid's place for their kitchen had often been left neglected despite its clean, beautiful appearance. Tsubaki gave in to the idea whole heartedly and Maka smiled with approval. Now here they were, in Kid's kitchen, conversing about Maka's willingness to celebrate the least holiday she would ever consider.
"It surprises me that you actually looked forward to this, Maka," a tall, skinny female with shoulder lengthen dirty blonde hair stated.
"Well, Valentines Day is
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The ray’s warm beams danced upon my closed eyes, stirring me from a pleasant, relaxing slumber before pausing—something didn’t feel just right. A blanket hugged my shoulders and the couch suddenly felt less springy and more comfortable. When I blinked my eyes open, I found myself back on my bed. I recall falling asleep on the couch, I thought, it must had been Soul who put me back to bed. This trait of Soul’s had always been what I liked best of him because of its rarity and how uncharacteristic it appears to be a part of him.
With a small smile on my lips, I walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast when I found a note sticking on the counter.
Don’t cook breakfast. We’ll go out and eat.
It surprised that there was this side of Soul as well. He was never the type to plan something out and act on it. Usually he always acted with a passive motivation and turned to me for plans. He’d agree with anything just as long as there&
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Maka remembered every comment he ever made about her. How he said her tits were tiny, giving her that nickname his fan girls seemed to enjoy using on her. How she dressed like a little school girl that only men with a Lolita fetish would go after. How her pigtails were stupid and make her look like a dork. How she was a nerd and a bookworm who didn’t do anything fun. Every hurtful comment he ever made was recorded in her brain forever and most likely never to be wiped clean. But it wasn’t the worst of what she had felt.
Soul would get a massive nosebleed every time a girl with big breasts and wide hips even touched him. When he was fifteen, his eyes would watch anything on a woman that would jiggle and bounced. A lecherous grin when Black*Star and Kilik told dirty jokes. Soul had stated what his type was. Big breasted curvy girls with sugar sweet personality, cute smile, and dumb. The exact opposite of her and it stung. Maka didn’t know why then, but she did now. Soul