Imagine Person A of your OTP saying that, someday, they will emerge from their cocoon as a beautiful butterfly. Person B tells them that should be a beautiful moth, as technically it's moths that build cocoons; butterflies build chrysalises.
"Soul shut up." Maka said for the second time that day. Once again, she was getting teased for being "tit-less" as Black-Star put it. Tsubaki was quiet, as one usually is in the library and Black-Star was somewhere making a scene. He had run off and none of them were all too interested in finding him. Death the Kid sat and actually read, Liz and Patty were shopping, or at least he thought so. Maka was glaring at Soul, he was reading some sports magazine and Tsubaki took notes for Black-Star. He failed most tests and she thought she could at least help him on the note parts. Kid wrung his hands and stared at the two, they were separated by the body of Tsubaki but still argued. It pissed him off. He wanted to argue, also he wanted Soul to shut up with his bullshit about Maka. Just cause he has a dick doesn't mean he has to be one. "You know what, one day I will emerge from my cocoon as a 'beautiful butterfly' and I will laugh at you." She spat as she closed her history book shut. She slammed it and they all looked up.
"It's a 'beautiful moth'." Kid whispered.
"What?" Maka asked as she grabbed her bag and Soul smirked.
"Cocoon is moth, chrysalis is butterfly."
"Kid, thats not the point." She groaned.
"No, I'm not saying that you won't turn out beautiful." She glared at him.
"Excuse me? Turn out?"
"No, not what I meant." He waved his arms, growing more and more flustered. Sometimes he should just shut up. "I mean you're very pretty even now, I'm just saying that one day Soul will probably think you are pretty too. I think you're very pretty, so that's not really what I meant." He hissed very quickly, waving his arms. They then both stared at each other. Maka reddening and then Kid blushing harshly. Soul frowned and Tsubaki let out a small snicker. They all just stared at eachother and Kid stood, his chair knocking back. Maka sighed and they both said, almost cued like sick human puppets.
"I should go." They stared at each other once more.
"You first." Kid said and waved his arm.
"Thank you." She said and marched out of the library, trying to not notice that her heart fluttered and that Kid had called her beautiful.
Kid tried not to notice that she had said "thank you" very sweetly; cutely even.