"Asshole…"
"Maka, I swear… I didn't mean…"
He had little time to react, as she lashed with a particularly vicious punch to his arm. It hit the tender spot, and he cringed, but still tried to coax the blonde from her curled up ball in the corner.
He waited until her soft sobbing turned into sniffles, and then spoke softly. "…I…fell on her, I swear. I am not cheating on you. I tripped and fell on her, and then you walked in…" He spoke softly. He knew that she had been cheated on before, and it had hurt her. She could pretend to be tough and strong, but she could not hide the fresh wounds in her heart. Inwardly, he cursed the man that made her this way.
Maka was herself, but insecure. She would doubt herself at any opportunity, and was almost sick of being herself. She was still the old Maka, but wounded.
She peeked her head up from her ball, green eyes glistening and reddening. He locked his eyes with hers, and gave her a long look. He loved Maka, and though her insecurities were sometimes drastic, he loved her enough to help to heal them. Right now they were reopened, and he needed to put a bandaid on them quickly.
"I love you Maka. I would never betray you." He said gently, smiling. "Tsubaki is a good friend, nothing more."
She slowly uncurled from the ball, believing him. She was so insecure, yet so trusting.
He embraced her, pulling her legs around his waist and simply coddling her. She could be such a baby. He kissed her tears away, tracing up her cheeks to her eyes, which softly fluttered against his lips.
"Maka, I love you more than that jerk Soul."
"…I know that. It just still hurts, Black Star."
And he held her, wondering when he would finally replace that cheating bastard's place in the precious meister's heart.