Soul Eater One Shots!

Classic - SoMa

Hello everyone! I'm taking a quick pause in my mini series to do another story. Hope you guys like it!

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"Soul, can you bring me to my class?" Maka asked the boy who was working on the couch. Her hair was up in a bun, her pink leg warmers were on, and her leotard was under her long cardigan. The duffle bag on her shoulder held her pointe shoes, needle and thread, and the rest of the things she needed for class.

Soul sighed and stood up from the couch. He stuffed the papers into a folder and into his backpack and led Maka out of the apartment and to his motercycle.

"You want me to wait up for you so I can bring you home?" He asked his girlfriend.

"No," she replied. "I'll just walk home.

"After your class?" He asked. "You'll be tired."

Maka smiled at her boyfriend. "It's okay, I'll be fine." She said, pecking him on the cheek.

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Soul ignored his girlfriend and waited for her so he could bring her home. He sat in the corner of the large room, watching Maka during class.

Maka has been doing ballet ever since she was three and absolutely loved it. And while she was humble and modest, she's the best at her academy.

Maka was in the corner with Soul fussing around in her bag. Her warm up just ended, and she was going to put her pointe shoes on.

"Water?" He offered.

The bun head gratefully accepted, took a few sips, and started working on her pointe shoes.

She stepped on the box to break them in, broke the shank, and sewed her shoes and ribbons in five minutes. Soul watched in amazement.

"How can you do that so quickly?" He couldn't help but ask.

Maka smiled at the boy. "I've been dancing pointe for years, it gets faster over time." She said as she tied the ribbons around her ankle. When she finished, she stood up, gave Soul a peck on the cheek, and went back to class.

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Maka had a private class, and she was glad to get one on one time with her teacher, Marie.

She stood at the barre as Marie warmed her up, this time wearing her pointe shoes.

"Good, Maka." She commented. "Plié, hold your head up."

Soul would never admit it, but he always enjoyed watching Maka. She was so graceful and elegant, and she made it look so effortless. He couldn't help but feel proud every time he watched her.

"Maka," Marie started. "Have you figured out what you'll do for your company audition? And arabesque, hold your center."

Maka let out a sigh. "No, ma'am. Not yet."

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"Soul, are you sure you don't want to go home already? I'm not sure how much longer I'll be." Maka said, sitting in his lap. Her private lesson had finished, and she had the studio booked so she could work on her company audition.

"I'm good." He said, using a towel to wipe the swear off her back. "So you still haven't decided what to do for the audition?"

Maka shook her head. "I just haven't found the right song." She said, standing up.

"Once I find the right song, I can work from there."

Soul pondered for a second, and sighed before standing up. Maka looked at him confused.