Day One: Roomates

"Dammit Soul, you're in my space!"

"No I'm not." Soul grinned and elbowed her slightly, as if to spite her.

She mirrored his action, "Are too!"

He poked her side, earning him a squeal and a punch to the shoulder, "Are not, Maka!"

Maka would admit that it was quite difficult sharing a considerably small bathroom with a boy. Hell, it was difficult sharing a considerably small apartment with a boy. She should have thought of the consequences when she insisted to him when they first became partners that this would help strengthen their bond.

He was so goddamn annoying when he wanted to be.

She growled and watched him attempt to tame his thick and unruly bedhead with an infuriating smirk directed at her. She glared at him and made a point to obscure his view from the mirror and body check him when she reached for her toothbrush that was on Soul's right side. The move was sudden, and caused Soul to violently tug at his hair when he hit a knot.

"Ow Maka, what the hell was that for?"

She beamed jubilantly and giggled, and proceeded to brush her teeth with the toothbrush she acquired without a single word. She heard him grumble under his breath, and grinned even wider at the small victory.

But it was short lived when he roughly shouldered her, and guffawed at the sight of her smearing toothpaste across her cheek with her blue toothbrush. A look of horror and disgust flashed across her face, "Ew, Soul, ew! You are so gross!"

"Maka, you look ridiculous." Soul snickered, disregarding her outright disgust with him. It pissed her off when he played it off like this was a joke, and it infuriated her even more when he outright laughed when she glared at him.

If this is how he wants to play it, fine. She'll just fight fire with fire.

She spat out the remaining minty paste in the sink. "You think so?" She took the towel that was on her left and slowly mopped up the toothpaste from her cheek, keeping her voice eerily calm.

She looked at him with calculating eyes, before peering at her own tube of toothpaste, a plan formulating in her head. Soul, unsuspecting of her reprisal and very, very proud of his boyish act against her, went back to styling his hair. She teased him all the time about how long he took with his startling snow colored hair, but even still, she found it quite adorable.

He glanced down at her and wondered why in the world she was staring at the toothpaste like it was her long lost brother or something. It was really weird.

But he came to accept that he had a really weird partner, so it was cool. He didn't really question the quirks his meister had anymore.

He shrugged and went back to his hair, not at all expecting what Maka had planned for him.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Maka went to work and squeezed out a nice handful of Crest teeth whitening toothpaste. Looking back on it now, it was probably because he laughed at her for getting the foamy paste smeared on her cheek. He should have been wary, and followed his gut instinct when she was leering at the tube in the first place. Besides, you never ever mess with Maka Albarn.

…Who does that, anyways? Stare at a tube of toothpaste? He knew it was weird, even for Maka.

Soul sputtered, looking back and forth between Maka's vexingly triumphant face and the mirror. The light blue paste was smeared all alongside his cheek, and receded into his hairline. Maka couldn't stop her giggling at his perplexed and horrified expression. He gapped at his reflection, and lightly touched his now uncomfortably sticky and pale blue hair.

"You got it in my hair, Maka! There's toothpaste in my fucking hair! Goddammit Maka!" There was something almost endearing in the way he looked at his reflection in such defeat, with the disgust that she felt.

Ah, revenge is sweet.

Her giggles turned into full on laughter while she watched him wash his face and desperately try to attempt to clean his hair, "Soul, you look so ridiculous."

He stared at her for a second, his face blank. Finally, he snorted at her, his eyes alight with affection. He definitely did not miss the choice of words, "So you're using my own words against me? I see your sarcasm is coming along."

She bumped his hip with her own with fondness, the previous irritation at him no longer residing in her soul, "I learn from the best, don't I?"

Soul returned the action, and glanced down at her with adoration in his eyes. She was such a dork, but she was his dork, and he wouldn't rather have anyone else as his roommate.