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...does that mean I can't say I daisuke Daisuke? [just

giving him a curious side eye here. It's not the full name, just part of it. A very important part.]

1/I think we're beating the record with 23

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[Did she just—]

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[—say what he thought she said.]

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[Futaba, you've seen your boyfriend blush before but this is probably a new record. Wide-eyed, slack-jawed, and red enough to rival a tomato.]

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[It starts in his cheeks, then his ears, then his entire face.]

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[Whatever cold he was feeling earlier? Probably gone now because of this!]

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[How is he ever going to emotionally recover from this?]

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[It doesn't even occur to him that she'd just said that she didn't actually know his full name and yet used it like that. That's not important right now!]

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[What's important is...]

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[...is...]

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[Augh, shit. How is she so FREAKING cute?]

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[He hates his name. Absolutely abhors it.]

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[But when Futaba says it like that? When it's coming from his most important person?]

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[How can he hate it?]

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[He's never even thought about playing with his name like that. So sure that Bito—that Beat—was enough.]

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[Beat leans forward, burying his face into his hands. Hell, he buries into his knees, hoping that this embarrassment passes.]

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[But the more he thought about it, did he really want this moment to pass?]

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[No. Not really.]

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[If anything he wanted to capture this moment somehow. To keep it in his memories forever, not wanting to forget just how precious Futaba has become and is to him.]

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[Because he knew deep down that he absolutely adored this girl.]

done askldjaklsd

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[With his elbows leaning against his legs, his face still buried into his hands, he slowly turns to face Futaba. He's still red in the cheeks, so full of warmth and, more importantly, love. When he opens his mouth to speak it's muffled, but he stares her in the eyes, expression soft, the smallest quirk of a smile at the edge of his lips as he says:]

Goddammit, I love you too, Futaba.

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[Oh... that reaction. She's not sure if it's good or bad, but the way he's not answering and then he gets down to bury his face and—]

Is that a no—

[But... ah, it's a yes. Futaba smiles a little sheepishly, kinda embarrassed that she initially thought otherwise, but here he was, smiling at her anyway.]

I know you said you don't like your whole name, but... I like it. Is it... okay if I just call you Daisuke sometimes? Not like, all the time, you're just always Bones, but... times like this. You know, special times. Like on birthdays and stuff. It just felt right to say now.