Soul and Maka were wrapped up in a cozy embrace on the couch, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. Soul, dressed in a comfortable white T-shirt and black sweatpants, had his signature headband slipped down over his eyes, creating a lazy shield from the world. Maka nestled against his side, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her hand. She wore a soft white T-shirt layered with a cream-colored vest that accentuated her figure, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders as she relaxed.

The pair had returned from the Academy just a couple of hours earlier, their minds still buzzing from the day's learning. After binge-watching a few episodes of their favorite show, they decided to sink into a quick nap on the couch, the warm afternoon sun filtering through the window and casting a gentle plow around them.

However, just as they were drifting off, Soul was jolted awake by an annoying and unexpected sound. He lifted his headband, momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of light. the most overprotective asshole he’s ever met Standing before them was none other than Maka's father, Spirit Albarn—a figure the most overprotective @ss Soul groaned internally, fully aware that any hope of a peaceful nap had just been dashed by the most unwelcome of interruptions.