when people imply shipping is all about smut I get very uncomfortable
This is for ash-is-boss. She’s been reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and sending me her feels. I’ve been wanting to write this since reading the book a few months ago, and truth be told I started writing again because of that book (along with other SoMa fics I read at the time) so I think it’s only fitting that I finally did this one shot.
Maka sat at her desk typing away on the laptop with her pulled up in a bun, and wearing her most comfortable clothes. Her roommate, Liz, had left for the night which meant she had more time to write, and her words were able to pour out of her. She’s been writing fanfiction for years, since high school, but found it difficult to write since entering college. Her roommate was a wonderful person, but Maka didn’t feel she would understand her love for the Kid Death wizard series - most people didn’t.
As she typed her last paragraph for the new chapter in which Kid found himself in a sticky situation with a group of vampires, someone knocked on her dorm door. Heaving a sigh, she stood up and answered it.
"Liz isn’t here tonight," she said upon seeing Soul.
He was a few inches taller than her, his white hair falling in his face and going in every direction adding a couple more inches to his height. Soul was handsome, but he was off limits; Maka had deduced from his interactions with Liz that he belonged to her. The ash blonde didn’t want to start drama with her roommate so opted to stay away from any romantic feelings she had for the boy.
"Never said I came for her," he smirked, showing off his sharp white shark teeth.
Maka rolled her eyes. “I’m writing so if you must be with me, please be quiet about it.”
A flash of interest crossed his crimson eyes as he leaned in slightly to look at her computer. “Can you read it to me? Has Kid found he’s a half-vampire yet?”
"How could you possibly know that? No one knows that, not even my beta." A pause as her mind connected two and two together. "Wait, have you been reading my story?"
He shrugged and dug his hands into his jeans pocket giving off his cool guy persona. “Think I heard someone talking about it on campus or something.” That was a lie. “I don’t read lame ass fanfiction, Maka.” Yet, another lie.
She crossed her arms, and glared at him. She knew exactly what he was doing, and it ticked her off slightly. It was obvious he’d been reading her story online so why wouldn’t he just admit it? He had already admitted to being a closet anime nerd.