"I love you." Maka's head shot upwards, eyes darting to a rather red-faced Soul. "What?" "What, what?" His eyes were suddenly wide, looking harassed and slightly frantic in the morning light. "What did you just say?" "Nothing." Maka dropped the knife she'd been using to spread jam on her toast down onto the counter, "It wasn't nothing, you said you-" "I didn't say anything." She frowned, "Soul-" "Maka. I didn't say anything." "But-" "Leave it alone!!" "Fine! Yeesh," Maka grabbed the butter knife again, dunking it into the jam, "but Soul?" "What?" He was looking away from her, resting his face on his knuckles and stabbing the eggs on his plate. His cheeks hadn't yet returned to their normal color. "I love you too."