Imagine your OTP getting into a heated argument and person A accidentally confesses their love for person B out of frustration
"Wwhat do you /mean/ that you gavve him your number?"
"Relax, Eri! Sorry that I forgot you and dad hated vwhen I gavwe out my number. Geez, you're ovwerbearing… Besides, he vwas hot."
"That's no damn fuckin reason, Cro!" he was pissed at you. You knew this would happen, but, seriously, were you going to pass up Rufioh Nitram after he became single from breaking up with Damara? You were in your second year at the community college down the street and you still had your father and baby brother on your back.
You looked him over and noticed how he seethed every word, running his fingers through his hair. You raised your eyebrow, because that meant he was nervous. About what? Dad wasn't going to blame him.
He was now biting his lip and glaring at you, still trying to throw more and more cusses and scoldings at you. What the fuck was he hiding?
"God fuckin dammit, Cro! You're a idiot an you fuckin bother me like no other!"
"Eri, just let it go. I'll take the heat later. Now don't you havwe something to do?"
He just snapped at you to shut up and told you how disgusting you were. He also informed you that you were a douchebag and stupid. You just rolled your eyes and turned to walk around him.
Next thing you knew, he grabbed your shoulders, screamed at you something you couldn't process, and kissed you roughly.
You stood still, unable to figure out what the fuck happened.
His arms wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing himself closer to your mouth as he got on his tiptoes. Slowly, almost stupidly so, you wrapped your arms around his waist and stooped down a little, returning the kiss.
"Lovwe you too, Eri."