Bokuto turned his back to you, crossing his arms, a clear pout painted across his face. He wrapped his blanket around himself and hid in the sheets.

"...How could you?" He grumbled avoiding you. "How could you?!" His bedroom was dark, the sun had set 2 hours ago. You called Bokuto 'Pal' and 'Buddy', you called you're boyfriend names you'd call a kid, thus he pouted.

He was being a tad dramatic. You could hear soft sniffles coming from him.

"How could you call me 'pal'?!" He pouted