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"Doll."
Kazuichi couldn't help replaying that damn word in his head. And the bastard said it so fucking casually! Like that word didn't stop him in his tracks and basically derailed the rest of his day!
It was the middle of the night now, well past 1 o'clock. He was still thinking about it. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He didn't know how to feel!
...
No. No, he knew exactly how it made him feel. It made him feel giddy and warm and just a tad confused. Because this was the first pet name his boyfriend gave him. First! By his boyfriend!
Sure, it's not his first choice of pet names, but coming from Kuzuryu? He covered his eyes with his hands, blanket falling from the constant tossing and turning he'd done while trying to sleep for the umpteenth time.
Maybe he was delirious from not sleeping yet. Is that a thing? Kazuichi stared at the ceiling, once again replaying that singular word.
He didn't even remember what the conversation was before that. There was just something about the way Fuyuhiko had said it, with his trademark smirk and a low voice.
...He really likes that confident, stupid smirk.
Kazuichi felt his cheeks burn. It was embarrassing getting so hung up on one little word. And out of habit, he's been trying to save face when literally no one was around him. Moving a leg around, he tries to feel for where his blanket fell to. A moment turns into a minute, so he grumbles and turns on his side, both too comfortable and restless to find the damn thing.
Fuyuhiko calls him a lot of things, usually with no bite. He can't really fault the blonde for it. And it's not like he doesn't say those names, too.
Idiot, bastard, dumbass, bitch when they're being petty. Other expletives depending on the situation...
But to land on 'Doll'? He racks his brain for a moment. They had been watching old movies, taking turns choosing. Maybe Fuyuhiko picked it up from one of his yakuza movies. Mafia movies. Doll.
Moll?
He makes a face, thinking back to when Kuzuryu's sister had called him that once.
It's not until he catches sight of his updated clock that he realizes how tired his eyes are, squinting so much that he was basically closing his eyes completely at the brightness of the numbers on the little screen.
4:03 a.m.
Shifting his body to face the other way, he decides he'll try to convince his boyfriend to find a different pet name.
...
"...dammit." he whined, burying half his face into the pillow and curling into himself. Maybe they could reserve the name for a different time.