"I''m sorry." Tetsuya apologizes,


    holding up a yellow popsicle.


    I don''t say a word, accepting


    the cold treat as I begin to


    lick it.


    It''s so sour, having a


    taste of pure sweet


    lemon.


    Tetsuya on the other


    hand isn''t eating a


    popsicle.


    He did say that sweets


    weren''t his thing.


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    He''s more of a foodie


    person.


    "Tetsu," I began.


    Tetsuya''s cheeks and


    ears turns red,


    it seems as if


    giving him a


    nickname


    IS


    unexpected.


    "Is it okay if I call


    you that?" I asked


    him.


    "Sure…..crybaby."


    Tetsuya smiles,


    sitting down.


    I sat next to him.


    There''s something I


    want him to know.


    "Is something on


    your mind?"


    Tetsuya asked,


    snapping me out


    of my very


    thoughts.