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you'd had a rough time on the lead up to your third year in high school.
nights of drinking and random hookups had been a result of unstable family life, and thanks to said nights of drinking and random hookups, you'd acquired quite the reputation.
so when you started seeing bokuto, your classmates suspected that the relationship would not last and that bokuto would end up broken hearted.
because of this popular belief, you received a lot of nasty glares and degrading messages, most of which you could brush over your shoulder.
on the odd day that the stares and horrid words would get to you, bokuto was the first to know, immediately noticing your change in mood.
"y/n, baby?" he asked, sitting beside you on your bed, prompting you to look up at him from your pillow. "what's wrong?"
"do you think i'm a bad person, koutarou?" you asked him quickly, trying to fight back tears.
bokuto shifted to lay beside you. "of course not!" he insisted, toying with your hair. "why would you think that?"
you shrugged, rubbing your eyes that were just starting to overflow with tears. "you know what i've done," you sighed. "do you think any less of me because of it?"
bokuto shook his head. "i could never think ill of you babe." he assured you, pulling you into his arms and allowing you to rest your head on his muscular chest. "you've changed a lot since then, if people refuse to see that then they are missing out on someone so incredible."
you smiled and sniffed gently, shifting around slightly to look bokuto in the face. "that's really sweet." you told him, moving one of your hands from his peck to play with his hair.
"it's the truth." he concluded simply.
the pair of you sat quietly for a while before your phone rang out, signalling that you had a new message, but before you could get to it, bokuto had moved it out of reach.
"don't think about that right now." he instructed you softly. "just lay with me."
your heart swelled and face flushed with heat as you lay your head back on your boyfriends chest, the sound of his heartbeat slowly beginning to lull you to sleep.
"you know, koutarou, there's a lot of things i regret in my life, but you're not one of them." you mumbled to him fighting back a long yawn.
he smiled, and gently began to stroke your hair, only making you more sleepy, as was evidenced by you trying to nuzzle further into his chest.
"i'm glad, y/n." he all but whispered. "i'm really, really glad."
