Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

"Bitch, you're ruining my status as a serious man," came the message. You burst out laughing. That was Vanya for you. His attempts to maintain his stern reputation around you always seemed so funny and sweet. "Oh, who's that cute boy here?" you wrote, chuckling under your breath, with a slight challenge, knowing full well that this would only confuse him even more. "Yeah, fuck. Stop it already," came the brown-haired man's reply, with a misspelling that only deepened your smile. It was his usual "enough" or "stop it," which actually meant "keep going, I like it." And then, a second later, the phone vibrated again. Another message. Short, but so sincere. "Yayy ... "Loveeeee," you typed, sending a message that wasn't just a reply, but the whole truth, all the tenderness you felt for him. Still chuckling, you felt warmth spreading through your chest. “Lord, I love you too” – his words, a little clumsy, a little careless, but so desirable, so real.