𝔠𝔯𝔶 𝔨𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢 ♰ mashikyu

chapter 37

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"So what should I call you?" Junkyu asked him. They were sitting on the rooftop in their usual spots at night. Listening intently to the distant traffic.

"What are you talking about?" Mashiho asked.

"You know. Your contacts."

"Oh. That dumb shit you were talking about yesterday?" Mashiho said leaning on his arms. But he didn't really think it was dumb shit. The mere thought of Junkyu planning to call him something special even if it was just on his phone, made his face go red every time .

"Mashi, it's not dumb shit. It's important." Junkyu whined.

"Alright alright." Mashiho chuckled.

"So. I was thinking about it..." Junkyu said and held Mashiho's hand. "I couldn't really come up with something. So what do you want to be called ?"

" Just call me Mashiho." He shrugged.

"no."

"Okay, then how about Mashi?" He suggested.

"Everyone calls you that."

"How about mamo?"

"nope."

"Well then....how about......I ran out of ideas." Mashiho shook his head.

"What's something that no one calls you?"

"A lot of shit." He scoffed.

Mashiho laid his back carefully on the ground and put his hands behind his head.