(Soul POV)

I groaned and threw my blanket off me. It was no later than 6:30 AM and I was already awake. Usually it took me until the very last second to get up, sometimes resorting in a Maka chop.

This heat! It's unbearable! I thought.

It was no use. I couldn't get to sleep. It was too hot. I sighed and dressed in my usual red jeans. I (surprisingly) was going to skip on my black-and-yellow hoodie today and just wear a black t-shirt. I didn't want to put it on quite yet, though. Because of the heat (Of course).

It was late spring, the time of year Death City tuned into an oven set on high. School would be over soon. Summer would start. The heat would grow more intense. The gang and I planned on going somewhere not so —dangerously hot— sometime over the summer.

I walked into the kitchen and there she was, fully dressed, rubbing the back of her neck with a piece of ice. Who gets up this early? She has a more regular sleeping pattern than me. So this must be her usual waking hour.

Maka looked over at me with her big, emerald eyes then quickly looked away. I figured it must be seeing me shirtless or seeing the scar.

The scar! I thought. I considered putting my shirt on, but decided against it. It was too hot.

"It sure is hot today." Maka said casually. Is she blushing?

(Maka POV)

My alarm went off at six, as usual. By six thirty I was in the kitchen, turning on the fans and opening all the windows. I rummaged in the fridge for some ice.

While trying to cool myself off by rubbing ice on the back of my neck, Soul walked in to the kitchen. It was extremely early, for him. The heat must have woken him up. I looked at him, but quickly looked away. I could feel the blush coming to my cheeks.

He must have been burning. He came out without his shirt on. All those years chasing down kishin eggs had payed off for Soul. He was extremely muscular. That scar. I gave him that scar.

Trying to break the ice, I swallowed and tried to make conversation. "It sure is hot today." I said. Lame.