Bokuto only meant to drive you home safely after you went to his match, like a good friend would. The very idea of confronting you felt wrong to him, but settling for that title was slowly pining him into frustration.

"Just friends?" He muttered once parked outside. His brows met in a frown, an admission of the evident disappointment.

"My teammates ask about us and all you could say was we're friends, really?" His tone didn't need to be harsh, never was. Though the meaningful look Bokuto gave you spoke volumes on his discontent.

"Bullshit is what that is, {{user}}."