the Nobleman's child

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Even after the kiss, things haven't been awkward between Bokuto and I. If anything, we were closer than ever and I was more relaxed when around him. We have yet to talk about it, but I know the conversation's coming. I was worried about sharing my insecurities with him, but I knew he wouldn't judge me for it. 

"Bokuto-sama, your father requests your presence in the main foyer," I announce as I walk into his room. 

"Ya know, sometimes I think we're making good progress on your professionalism, then you go and pull something like that," He laughed as he looked at me. I rolled my eyes, opting to not say anything back. I waited as he rolled out of his bed and ran his hands through his hair in a hurry, fixing the strands that stuck out at odd angles. 

I walked with him down the hall, both of us standing slightly closer than normal, to the point where our knuckles brushed together and our shoulders bumped if one of us leaned too far over. We were surrounded in comfortable silence, the only sound breaking it being our footsteps. 

My mood has been improved tenfold, even Tsukishima can't get to me, though, he's been trying. His taunts against my work could be easily shrugged off now, though I still felt the need to shoot him again. He seemed to notice his taunts weren't getting to me and started leaving me alone, much to my pleasure. 

We found Lord Bokuto in his study, his head ducked down and his quill furiously writing a note on a small paper. He looked up when we entered, his eyes fixating on me and I was prepared for him to tell me to get out. 

"This doesn't involve you," Lord Bokuto said harshly. I bowed and turned to the door, but Bokuto's hand gripped mine, stopping me in my place. 

"Akaashi can stay," He said, staring his father down. Lord Bokuto raised an eyebrow at him. 

"He's a servant, he doesn't need to be included in this," he insisted. 

"He's my servant, and I want him here," Bokuto pressed, his hand tightening around my own. 

"Bokuto-san, it's fine," I said, moving my hand slightly to remind him that he was holding it. I could easily break his grasp, but I didn't think that would work in my favor in front of his father. 

"Fine, I was going to tell him after but," he sighed, his eyes locking onto mine, "I'm sending you back to the Commission. I refuse to have secret agents in my house," He growled. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I didn't feel the need to tell him I wasn't the only agent in the house. Bokuto froze next to me. 

"I'm sorry?" I asked, "You can't send me back. You're not the one who hired me, the Commission did. You have no authority over me, and I don't have to do what you say. Even if you could force me to go back, they'll just send another agent over. At least with having me here you know who I am and I don't have to keep as many secrets from you," I said quickly, trying to contain my laughter over the absurd command. 

"I'll force you to leave by kicking you out of the house and locking the door," lord Bokuto glared. I couldn't contain it, laughter bubbled out of me, scaring Bokuto even more. 

"I'm a highly trained assassin and you think a locked door will keep me out? I'm only here because you need my protection! The only reason you and the rest of your family are alive right now is because my companions and I are good at our job!" I took a step forward, causing Lord Bokuto to lean farther back in his chair. 

"Dad, you can't kick him out," Bokuto broke out of his frozen state, determination and fear swirling in his eyes. 

"How many times have you lied to us?" Duke Bokuto turned back to me. 

"Only when I have to," I growled. 

"How many times have you hidden things from us?" He asked next.