don't call me that. [ENG]

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"that hurt.." akaashi said softly.

"why did he-? no! that sucked. i didn't like it." bokuto wiped the tear from his face. akaashi chuckled. "don't laugh! wasn't it sad?"

"yes, bokuto-san. i cried dummy."

"don't call me that."

"what? bokuto-san or dummy?" akaashi grinned.

"both! that's mean, akaashi!"

"hehe."

akaashi grabbed his phone and saw it was late. his mom was going to be mad.

"shit..bokuto it's almost 10." akaashi quickly got up and started to grab his bag.

"for real?" akaashi pointed to bokutos (very cute) owl clock. "oh my-" they both walked out of bokutos room and down the stairs.

"i have to go! i'll see you tomorrow." akaashi was almost out the door when bokuto stopped him,

"wait!" bokuto quickly took off his fukurodani zip-up sweater and handed it to akaashi. "it's windy tonight and if you catch a cold, i'll never forgive myself." bokuto made a very dramatic face.

"oh shut up you sap." akaashi grabbed his zip-up sweater from his hands and put it on. "thank you, i'll give it back tomorrow or sometime if i don't forget. i'll see you tomorrow. thank you for tonight." akaashi smiled and left.

'my sweater was so big on him, it was adorable.' bokuto thought.

on the way home akaashi thought to himself,

'it smells like him..' akaashi blushed.