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The word Akaashi used to be just a normal surname. All his life, people acknowledged him by that with honorifics here and there. How adults call him even as a kid sounded too simple regardless of the expression or whichever tone from whomever. Plain. Like an ingredient is missing when your mother is cooking. Like the world without color and trace of any life. Plain. When it only took an owlman to change all that. Bokuto. No one can call Akaashi the way that ace does. He has his own unique way of saying it and to be honest, what Akaashi loves most is how he makes the thought of calling someone's name exceptionally special. Like he does to his. Akaashi this, Akaashi that. A day won't be complete without his surname tumbling out of Koutarou's loud mouth. It was as if it became a chant, cradling and lovely. People can go say his surname all they want but if it's not Bokuto it would never be the same. That's how what was once simple turned to something more. "I should start calling you Keiji sometimes, I think I'm being too much with all the Akaashi," Bokuto laughed. The apathetic curly haired smiled. "Things are perfect the way they are Bokuto-san," their eyes meet. His own name rang on his ears. And it's just as beautiful. When their gazes locked, Bokuto realized the same goes for him.
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