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Soul Eater ‘Cool-Guy’ Evans was a man of simple pleasures, before coming to Death City and changing his name he would find pleasure in mundane task like making his own cup of coffee in the morning (surprisingly hard to do in a house with a maid around every corner) or playing a song of HIS choice on the piano (also surprisingly difficult to do in his own house). After moving he was confused if he could call them pleasures anymore, living alone meant making his own coffee everyday, playing freely at his will, so he found pleasure elsewhere, he found pleasure in Maka.
He hadn’t been in Death City for more than a week before meeting her, he’d gotten an apartment as soon as he arrived in the city, two bedrooms in order to have room for a piano in the future. He pulled his one and only suit he brought from home on and headed to the DWMA introduction ball, truthfully he wasn’t expecting to find a partner that night opting to hide away in a music room playing the piano, basking in pleasure playing it the way he wanted to. He felt her presence before he heard her, her loud heels definitely made her presence known, it was clear to him by the sound of her steps that she wasn’t used to wearing them. He continued to play as he heard her approach, and when he stopped the last thing he expected was for her to still be there, let alone applauding. Clearly she didn’t know the first thing about music.
That was the wonderful thing about Maka, she was the most unexpected thing to ever happen to him. He was caught off guard that night when she asked him to be her partner, and he definitely didn’t expect her to be moved in less than 72 hours. Thank Death he got a two bedroom apartment but also goodbye sweet piano.
That’s when his simple pleasures began to become more complex. The first night they were officially roommates he left his room in the middle of the night to get water and found her curled up on the couch, she explained that she wasn’t able to sleep, something about being thrown off by the unfamiliar surroundings. Upon hearing that statement something changed in him, seeing this girl he just met looking so uncertain and frail, despite knowing how kickass she is, he decided then and there, that first night, that he wanted to be the most familiar thing in her life. He got a bottle of water from the fridge, tucking an extra under his arm for her, and plopped himself down on the couch with her. Grabbing the blanket off the back he laid it on top of them both and turned on the tv to some mindless movie, he passed her one of the bottles gaining a small ‘thank you’ from her.
He didn’t remember falling asleep but he awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee. She never mentioned waking up, but handed him a mug of coffee before heading again to the kitchen claiming she was going to start making breakfast, it wasn’t long until she was complaining about the lack of groceries. He never thought he would enjoy grocery shopping, of course since moving he’d only gone twice but those two trips were enough to determine he did not enjoy it, then again pushing the cart while looking at Maka dropping everything she deemed essential into it made him think that maybe, just maybe he could begin to enjoy grocery shopping. Weekly shopping trips became a new simple pleasure.
After about a week Maka was able to sleep in her own room, Soul was a gentleman so he didn’t sleep with her on the couch every night, but it became routine for him to come out, get them both water and sit with her for a few hours until she began to doze off. Against her commands Soul would carry Maka to her bed before heading back to his room and finally going to sleep. Time seemed to pass by so quickly, days to weeks, months to years, and before he knew it he and Maka had been living together, been partners for three years. Everyday he was convinced he discovered a new pleasure in living with Maka: hearing her sleepy voice, witnessing her sleep sillies, her smile when he woke her up with coffee for a change, her request for him to play the piano, he took pleasure in everything about her no matter how simple. He didn’t know exactly when but it was evident at that point that he was undoubtedly in love with his mister, he just hoped it wasn’t obvious on the outside… he couldn’t stand the thought of losing her.
Maybe that wouldn’t be a problem, sure they were closer than most weapon-mister pairs, a little more physical than what would probably be deemed necessary, maybe they cared a little more for each other, sat a little too close on the couch and fell asleep holding each other a little to often, but it was them and it felt right. It only got better when he noticed Maka initiating contact as much as if not more often than him, so he was happy the girl he loves maybe felt the same, sue him.
Around the four year mark he decided to take a chance, they were in their nightly routine sitting on the couch; him watching some ridiculous movie while she read, her glasses slipping ever so slightly, and cutely down her nose. He knew it was now or never so he pushed up her glasses for her while turning her head to face him, he asked her if he could kiss her and held his breath as he watched her eyes widen, he gave her a few more seconds to process before leaning in kissing her slowly. She reciprocated almost immediately and he felt a wave relief flood through his senses as he continued to kiss her. Afterwards when both of them were completely out of breath he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, catching his breath before asking her if she would like to go on a date. A week later she was officially his girlfriend.
More years passed and Soul found more simple pleasures, if he was asked to pick a favorite he would say he didn’t have a clue. That was a lie. Above all his favorite simple pleasure was waking up next to Maka, his Maka. Already graduated, him being the last death scythe and her helping teach at the school only in the afternoon, they rarely set alarms anymore. There was nothing more pleasurable (well maybe not nothing…) than waking up, as the sun streamed in the room with his wife still asleep and curled up against his side, kissing her awake with a grumbled ‘good morning’ and her beautiful smile coming across her face joined by the promise of coffee made by Maka while he entered the other room of their apartment to begin playing the piano that was her wedding gift to him, her husband.