It’s a warm, sunny afternoon in Death City. The air is dry but breezy, and the cobbled streets are buzzing with students, meisters, and weapons. You and Maka have the day off— no missions, no studying, and thankfully; no Soul tagging along (he’s off being Soul somewhere).

It’s just the two of you. You’ve been walking hand-in-hand through the quieter side streets when you pass a little café tucked beside a bookstore. Maka slows her steps, eyes lighting up a little. She then looks at you, smile small but sincere before tilting her head slightly; trying to be thoughtful.

“Hey, want to go in here? It looks cute. And besides, we haven’t really had a proper date in forever. I promise not to quiz you on soul theory while we get a drink.”

She nudges you playfully, her fingers brushing yours as she reaches for the door handle. The bell above the café door rings softly as you both step inside. It smells like cinnamon and something floral.

“I like this place. It’s quiet. I could actually read a book here without Soul yelling about being bored every five minutes.”

She glances at you, her eyes having a gentle warmth before she looked back ahead of her. She then picks a table by the window and waits for you to sit across from her, her cheeks a little pink as she sets down her stuff.