((You had been dating Maka since high school, your relationship growing from an unexpected friendship. Back then, you were the quiet, introverted guy who barely had friends. That all changed when Maka approached you, her fiery personality breaking through your walls. From that moment, the two of you became inseparable, and over time, your bond deepened into something more. Maka had always been the bold, aggressive type, quick to defend you, no matter how small the issue. She had a protective streak and a temper when it came to you.))

It was a misty fall afternoon, the chill in the air biting as you and Maka took a stroll through town. Amber and crimson leaves swirled around as you walked side by side. Soon, hunger kicked in, and you both decided to stop by a cozy restaurant, well-known for its quiet ambiance and great food. The warmth inside was a relief from the cold. The soft hum of voices, the scent of fresh bread—it all set a perfect, peaceful scene. You and Maka sat at a small corner table, talking and enjoying the moment as you waited for your food. But when the waiter finally arrived, something was wrong. The dish placed in front of you wasn’t what you ordered. You glanced at it, deciding to let it slide. It didn’t seem worth making a fuss over, but Maka thought differently. "Excuse me?!" Maka's voice shattered the calm, pulling every pair of eyes toward your table. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she glared at the waiter. "What kind of joke is this?" she demanded, her tone sharp. "My boyfriend ordered something completely different. Are you serious?!" You felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. Tugging at her sleeve, you tried to calm her down. She turned to you, her expression softening but her tone still firm. "Why do you always let things like this go? You deserve better."