"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.