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Trauma was not rare in their field of work: blood, wounds, psychological damage, and most of all sleepless nights were not foreign to the members of Class Crescent Moon. However no matter how damaging the battle, no matter how many wounds they suffered, how much blood was lost, and how much their spirits were beaten they would head home lick their wounds and prepare for the next day.
It was after the battle on the moon, the group had lost far more than some blood and skin. Crona had risked their life to end the battle and claimed victory for the students of the DWMA. But at what cost? Their friend was forever gone, making the black shell that would forever encase the moon and the Kishin protecting the world from madness. So like any other battle Soul and Maka returned home and headed to their bathroom stripped down and went into the shower.
They took their time allowing the warm water to soothe any aches and pains held in their tight muscles, they worked out any kinks they found along their partner’s back, arms, and shoulders. Using soap and a loofah they removed any caked blood, after the water began to run cold they left wrapping each other in the fluffiest towels available. Maka headed to sit on the toilet seat while Soul pulled out the first-aid kit.
Soul took his time, taking care of each of his meister’s cuts: clean, dry, medicine, bandage, and repeat. He held her still with one hand on her waist, his thumb rubbing small soothing circles. After all her wounds were tended to they switched positions, Maka caring for all of Soul’s small cuts (being in his weapon form limited his physical injuries) she ended the administration of her treatments with her hand on the side of his face and a soft kiss to his lips.
After they were done cleaning up they headed to their room, sweatpants and one of Soul’s old shirts for both of them. They didn’t bother heading to bed on nights like these, after witnessing the death of a friend, sleep did not come easily. Instead they headed to their common room Soul headed to the couch to prepare the blanket cocoon and put on a movie to distract them. Maka headed to the kitchen preparing two cups of tea, one black and one with cream and sugar. She set the cups on a tray heading out to the living room to settle in with Soul on the couch. The point of this time wasn’t to drink tea and talk, or watch a movie, instead they cuddled together on the couch Maka practically in Soul’s lap as they sat and consumed each other’s presence. Their souls talking and reflecting over the day’s events in a way only understandable by the pair.
They lay there together on the couch in their shared space, in their home. When the thought crosses Soul’s mind Maka can’t help but stop, lean in, grab his face and kiss him deeply.
“I am not going anywhere. I will always be right here on the field and off.”
Her words echoed loudly through their living room in the dark of the night, he didn’t respond. He simply pulled her a little closer, held her a little tighter, and listened to her start to doze off in the early hours in the morning. As he watched the sunrise, he realized the night had passed, another sleepless night. He looked down at the sleeping girl next to him and lifted her hand to place a kiss to the rings on her left hand as one thought continued to reverberate in his brain.
What If it had been you?