the Nobleman's child

Sama

"I'm sorry about my dad, Akaashi-sama," Bokuto mumbled as we walked back to his room. 

"It's fine, Bokuto-san," I sighed. 

"It's not fine, he shouldn't have done that," Bokuto insisted. "You protected us and you aren't getting any thanks! They keep shoving you away!" His face was twisted in anger and his fists were clenched at his sides. I grabbed onto his shoulder, stopping us from walking. 

"I've been an agent for over 15 years. I never get any appreciation unless it comes from the Commission. I'm used to it. My main concern is that if they keep locking me out it's going to be 10 times harder for me to continue doing my job," I explained, looking into his golden eyes. 

"You're never told you did a good job, or that they're grateful?" Bokuto asked softly. 

"My past masters were either entirely grateful, or they hated and feared me. Normally it's the second one. I've never had to continue working for anyone after I've been revealed or after the initial attack," I explained. 

"That must suck!" Bokuto cried out, his eyes latched onto mine as his grey hair drooped slightly. 

"I didn't take this job for the praise, Bokuto-san, you should know that," I told him, determination and seriousness overtaking my features. Bokuto looked down as he remembered my past and my deal with the commission. 

"Is that the only reason you're still an agent?" Bokuto asked quietly. 

"No. I'm still an agent because I enjoy it, and Iwa would kick my ass if I quit on him. Though, they've suggested me being an Advisor or trainer," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. 

"And why don't you?"

"Because I love being an agent," I said simply. Bokuto looked at me for a minute before realizing that was it, and I wasn't going to give him anything else. 

"Oh," He said, chuckling slightly. We started walking again, our thoughts jumbled and unclear, though, the air around us was pleasant. 

"Bokuto-san, why do you call me Akaashi-sama?" I asked, refusing to look at him as my face burst red and my stomach twisted into knots. My hands played with my shirt as Bokuto came up with his answer. 

"Because you deserve my respect!" Bokuto shouted, looking over at me with his wide eyes. 

"How? You're supposed to be my master, isn't this inappropriate?" I asked cautiously. 

"I don't think so. I wouldn't be alive without you! You're always so calm and collected, it's no wonder you're so good at your job! But, if you don't like it, then I understand," He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. I suddenly felt nauseous and shakey as my face brightened. 

"N-No, it's ok. Would you prefer it if I called you sama as well?" I asked slowly. 

"I-I mean, if you want to? You don't have to," Bokuto muttered, wringing his hands in front of him. 

We got to his room finally, and I helped undress him for bed. We worked in silence, an uncomfortable air surrounding and suffocating us. 

Once he was in bed and ready I turned out the light and walked to the door. 

"Good night, Bokuto-sama," I said quietly before shutting the door behind me, not looking back out of fear of what I'd find. 

Though once I shut the door I could hear Bokuto giggle, and I knew it wouldn't have been bad. I smiled to myself as I walked back to my own room. 

"You look happy," Tsukishima said as he limped over to me. 

"How's the foot?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.