#fuyusouda

“So, uh… what should I call you now?”

Souda – Fuyuhiko would loathe to think of his girlfriend with her surname, but her given name no longer seems appropriate – twirls her dark hair around her finger, deep in thought. “I, uh, haven't come up with a new name yet,” she admits sheepishly. “I mean, I've thought of a couple, but they just don’t fit, ya get me?”

“I getcha,” Fuyuhiko says. “What about Isuzu? Or Suzuki?”

She rolls her eyes. “Come on, ‘Hiko, my car brainrot ain't that bad.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He ducks his head as a pillow flies toward him. “Seriously, though, I can't keep calling you Kazuichi, right? Too masculine and shit.”

Souda leans back against the headboard of her bed, tilting her head towards the ceiling. “I mean… I’m not out to anyone else yet. I wanted to tell you first because you deserve to know most of all.” She pauses for a moment, deep in thought. “I guess you can just call me Kaz, for now. I mean, you already do, but…”

“I get it,” Fuyuhiko says. “You want me to call you Kaz, all the time, until you decide on a new name.”

Souda – Kaz – nods.

“Got it.” He scoots over to join her at the opposite end of the bed and rests his head on her shoulder. “Y’know this doesn't change a damn thing about how I feel about you, right?”

“‘Course.” She kisses the top of his head. “Thanks for accepting me as the woman I am. It means a lot to me.”