You were Aiku’s first ever actual relationship. His first ever partner that wasn’t just his fuckbuddy or something of that sort.

From the beginning, he was a laidback boyfriend, always listening to what you had to say instead of going on about himself— unless you asked him about himself or his family. For that reason, you never learnt that you had been calling him by the wrong name this whole time.

“Ya know, we’ve been datin’ for a couple of months.” He said one afternoon while you were both lazing around on your couch. He dragged a finger down your cheek, smiling. “You can stop calling me by my surname. Kinda hurts, babe.”