Soul X Reader: We Were Friends

The entire gang had asked you, Soul and Maka if you wanted to play a basketball game. You had been chilling with the two ever since your friend and roommate, (f/n), left for some other country. And, since you had taken up the spare bedroom, you and Soul have been at each other’s throats. You had known him since you were five, and he was your best friend ever. Until he became some self-centered prick. All he cared about was ‘how cool he was.’ It was so annoying. You remembered the day it all started.

You smiled warmly, ten years old, as you skipped to the swings. Soul was hanging upside-down on one, smirking coolly.

“Hey Soul! Wanna go play tag?”

He scoffed at you, making your smile fall into curiosity. He flipped onto his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets as he met your (e/c) gaze with his crimson orbs.

“Tag is uncool, (y/n). You should know that.”

You followed him as he walked over to the merry-go-round, sitting on it as he started to push.

“Okay. Uhm, how about we go play in the river?”

He scoffed again, jumping on once you were spinning around fast enough.

“I’m too cool for the river.”

You huffed in annoyance. What had gotten into him? You clutched the bars of the merry-go-round as you pushed off of the ground, making it continue spinning.

“Fine. What about the slide? You can push me down it.”

He stared at your mess of (h/c) hair, still smirking.

“Where are you getting such lame ideas, (n/n)? Not cool.”

You growled in frustration, slamming your foot in the ground to use as a brake for the ride. As it came to a stop you jumped off, hands balling into fists as you turned to look at the albino.

“Fine! You’re obviously ‘too cool’ for me, Soul! I’ll go hang out with Maka and Kid instead!”

With that, you kicked some dirt at him before storming off. He watched you go, convincing himself he didn’t care. You weren’t cool enough.

Ever since then, you two have practically hated each other. When you had to be around him, you used everything in your power not to just hit him. Now you had to live with the bastard? You were sure you would snap any second. As you pulled on your (f/c) shorts and white tennis-shoes, you heard footsteps outside your door. A light knock was heard. That signaled it was Maka. Soul would have just barged in, yelling about something or another. You shot the girl a smile as you finished tying your shoe. She sat on your bed, beside the chair you were sitting in, and gave you a gentle smile. That meant a lecture was coming.

“(Y/n).”

You tried to hide your annoyance. It was something about studying again, wasn’t it?

“Maka.”

She smiled at you again, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Could you and Soul please not fight this time? It’s just a game. You need to remember that.”

You sighed a bit. Maybe I wouldn’t fight with him if he wasn’t some cheating little bi-

“Okay?”

You looked up at Maka, shaking those thoughts away as best as you could. Dropping your foot from your bed to the floor, you gave a toothy grin.

“Okay.”

With that, you two got up and started for the court, Soul following close behind.

*~~*

“You cheating, lying scumbag! I had that last point!”

Maka and Kid sat on the bench, exasperated. You two were fighting. Again. Tsubaki and Liz were rather surprised at how you raised your voice. Black*Star and Patti were on the ground laughing. Soul, however, was in your face.

“Did not! You’re just jealous that we smoked your team because their captain is an uncool loser!”

You growled, hands balling into fists. That was enough. You suddenly punched the weapon right in the jaw, watching as blood oozed from his now busted lip. Soul slowly looked at you, wiping the blood from his chin. He was shocked.

“Did you just hit me..?”

Oh, he was pissed. But, so were you. The blow had caused everyone’s attention, even Patti. Then, in the blink of an eye, it started. Soul smacked you across the face, a handprint forming on your cheek. You tackled him onto the concrete, punching and screaming and cursing. He pulled your hair with one hand, punching and smacking you with the other. He was too busy to scream, however, as his sharp teeth lashed onto your arm. You let out a cry as you felt blood ooze from your arm, so you elbowed him where it hurts. Before the fight could continue, however, Maka and Liz had grabbed you, Kid and Black*Star grabbing Soul. The four pulled you both off the ground, holding you back. You two had never gotten physical. That was too far. Before they could lecture the two of you, you cradled your bleeding arm. Damn his sharp teeth.

“He bit me!!”

Soul was slightly bent over in pain at where you had elbowed him. Maka had snapped by then.

“This has gone on long enough! What is wrong with you two?! You were best friends! And now you’re cursing and biting each other!”

Your loom turned a bit guilty, though you still managed a death-glare at Soul. He returned it wholeheartedly.

“Soul, you’re coming home with me! (Y/n), you go stay with Kid!”

Maka grabbed Soul and started to drag him home. She was not happy. Kid came over to you, examining your arm. Without a word, he grabbed it, making you scream out in pain. He pretended not to notice as he started for the manor, Liz and Patti in tow. Soul’s team won.

*~~*

You picked at the bandages on your arm, your black eye and busted lip still very much there. You sat on Kid’s couch, listening to him and the girls make dinner. Maka’s words still echoed in your head. ‘You two were best friends!’ Best friends. Friends. Were. Why did she use that word? Were? You and Soul are best friends, right? It hit you like a ton of bricks every time. She was right. You were friends. Now you were just some bickering friends that they had. What had happened? What was wrong with you? You stopped being his friend because he got a little self-centered? What kind of a person were you? You had to explain. You had to apologize.

“Hey, Kid?”

The reaper peeked at you through the kitchen doorway, looking expectant.

“I’m gonna take a walk, okay?”

He nodded, going back to dinner. You grabbed your jacket before running out the door and down the street as fast as your legs could go. You were panting in exhaustion by the time you got to Maka’s house, knocking on the door. She opened it, wearing an apron. Everyone was eating dinner all at once, apparently. She looked rather surprised to see you.

“Hey (y/n)! Is everything okay?”

You nodded, taking a second to catch your breath.

“Could I come in?”

She gladly opened the door for you, shutting it behind you. Shooting you a gentle smile, she returned to the kitchen to get back to dinner. You shed your jacket and wandered upstairs as quietly as possible. You could hear music coming from behind Soul’s door. You caught him in a good mood. Lightly knocking, you heard the song go down in volume before his voice echoed through.

“It’s open!”

You slowly turned the knob and walked in, shutting the frame behind you. His back was turned. His bare back. You swallowed roughly, realizing he was only in a pair of black jeans. He was drawing or something when he put down the book he had, turning to look at you. And he froze. His gaze went hard and cold in a second, and it made you feel as bad as you felt the first time he had scoffed at you and called you uncool.

“What do you want?”

You almost winced at his harsh words. You reached in your pants pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to him. He snatched it from your fingers, looking at it to see it was a picture. A picture of you two as kids. He was giving you a piggy-back ride, and you were both laughing like there was no tomorrow. His gaze softened so quick, you thought you were hallucinating.

“What happened to that? When did ‘are’ become ‘were,’ Soul?”

He looked up at you, almost confused as he put the photo on his desk. You didn’t care if you sounded cliché. You wanted him to not hate your guts.

“I’ve been thinking. A bad sign, I know. But, we need to stop. What do we even argue and fight about, Soul? Some stupid basketball game?”

He slowly stood up, and you traced the long scar on his chest with your eyes before meeting his gaze.

“I miss my best friend, Soul. I want him back, dammit. I don’t care if he can be a total prick. No offense.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your busted lips, one forming on his in return. God, you missed that smile.

“I want him back. Please. Can we not fight? I mean, not really. I’ll still yell at you about the blue pancakes, though.”

He chuckled softly, and you couldn’t help but smile wider.

“They were purple.”

Before you could retaliate, he suddenly wrapped you in a warm hug. You blushed a bit as his bare chest met yours, but you wrapped your arms around his middle none the less.

“They were blue.”

He pulled back, pulling his hand into a fist and resting it in his other palm.

“You win, they were blue and you get free dinner. I win, they were purple and you have to kiss me.”

You were so caught up in the bet, you didn’t even notice his terms.

“Deal.”

After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, he had won. How did he remember you still always chose scissors after all this time? You couldn’t help but smile as he chose rock, looking up at him.

“You remembered?”

He smirked, walking closer to you before burying a hand in your messy (h/c) hair.

“How could I not when you always lost?”

You playfully punched him in the arm, mumbling a small ‘shut up’ behind your smile. He pulled you in, placing his lips on yours. Your eyes shut as you kissed back, burying your hands in his snowy hair. His tongue ran along your busted lip, and you let him in. Even in the kiss, you two fought. He, of course, won and started to explore your mouth with his pink muscle. After a moment, air became an issue as you both pulled away. Right as you did, you heard Maka announce dinner from downstairs. You slid your hands down to his shoulders, smirking.

“Race you down the stairs?”

Before he could retaliate, you were already running. Soul just smirked, following close behind. What an interesting day.