Hi @raythebrutallyhonestguy ! Again, I didn't answer the ask because I'm on Tumblr mobile and I'm afraid it messes up the one-shot, so… Yeah. :D
"Blair—he's the worst !" Maka grumbled in annoyance as she sat on their couch, her knees clasped together close to her chest. Blair was in her cat form, and is sat next to her, her tail wagging lightly. "I mean—he doesn't get cramps, does he ? I told him I'll switch cooking turns because of my cramps—and do you know what he said ?"
"That you get that thing monthly and that you should be used to it ?"
Blair looked up, before poofing into her human form, smiling. "Wanna teach him a lesson ?" She grinned, making Maka turn to raise a brow. "…What lesson ?" Yikes. Maka knew Blair is full of mischief and shit when it comes to "lessons", but… Hey. She does want to teach him a lesson. "You'll know. Tomorrow." She gave a wink, and Maka instantly had a bad feeling about the whole thing.
The next morning, Maka heard a high-pitched scream, but it was… Feminine ? However, it shook her from her sleep and she quickly ran and got up, running for the door. The scream came from Soul's room—…or was it her room ? Her "Maka" door tag was hanging right there—it confused her but she was more worried about the scream… So she kicked down the door. "What's wrong ?!"
And she stood there in awe. On her bed was herself, staring back at her with wide eyes. Now it was her turn to scream. Or them. They both screamed in sync—Maka backed up—and the other Maka was trembling. "Who are you ?!" They both spat, and pointed at each other.
Well, they both did, and they took a deep sigh. Maka stared at herself, who stared back with a frustrated frown… She only knew one person who does that—
"…Soul ?" She blinked, and the person in front of her eyes looked startled. Then, she furrowed her eyebrows back at her, mumbling. "Maka ?"
"…Fuck." Maka muttered to herself. This was Blair's doing, wasn't it ? She can't see any other reason why Soul and her would switch bodies in the first place… "This is Blair's bullshit !" She grumbled, and Soul—in her body— blushed. "…Do I look this cute when I'm angry ?"
"I don't know—" He turned away and hid behind a pillow, turning red. "You think this a lot, don't you ?! Do you find me cute ?!"
Maka blinked, and stared, before snorting. "I'm your girlfriend, you asshat, of course I find you cute. Duh." Then, Maka decided to sit next him, who was shuffling uncomfortably. Yeesh, it was weird looking at herself in someone else's view…
"This is weird. I didn't know I looked that skinny." She mumbled, crossing her arms. Soul turned to her, before chuckling. "I didn't know I looked that tired all the time." He shrugged, laying back on the bed. Hey, Soul might be in her body but she knew this was him—his eyes had always looked solemn and soft.
"…So… This is Blair's fault ?" He asked, fiddling with his fingers. "We can get her to undo this, then. But… Why ?" He mumbled, and Maka scratched the back of her head. "To be honest, uh… This was my idea. I was, uhm… Pissed at you for telling me I should be used to period cramps—and she offered to teach you a lesson…"
"Well, guess this is a lesson." Soul huffed, and turned to her.
"I feel the cramps and Satan's waterfall at the same time. I feel like shit." He pouted, and Maka rose a brow in amusement. "You do ?"
"Yes, Maka, I do. And the sooner we get Blair to undo this, the better."
Maka took a pause. Then, she snickered, standing up.
"…Nah. I might as well enjoy this for a day. Have fun, princess."
