Of course, he made quite the deal out of her birthday two months ago. It would be impossible for her not to return the gesture for his. And this was important to her, just as he was important to her. She could never let this day pass by without doing something for him. With him. She wanted it to be something memorable. Thus far, everything they’d done was on campus.
Undoubtedly, he’d be surrounded by their classmates later. It was why she’d been so adamant that he had to be on time. To start the day with him. To be with him one-on-one. Her plans weren’t extravagant, but she knew these were things he loved. Things that he would enjoy.
“It’s a lot of work, being an idiot at midnight, huh?” she huffed in response, though a smile gave away her own teasing. His head was up in space, when he looked up at the stars. If he wasn’t sleeping, then midnight was almost the ideal time to look at stars. In part, it was why she had chosen 12:05AM precisely to meet.
“Hey…,” she trailed off, mocking pout. “It’s April 12, of course,” she hummed, shifting as he sat. She pulled the basket close to open it, without him peeking in. “If you’re saying I don’t know what today is..,” Maki trailed off, pulling the ice cream pint, one bowl, and owe spoon out.
She then closed the basket and looked at him. She bit the bottom of her lip to try to keep from smiling. For someone typically so stoic, she could barely keep her composure around him. “Then you don’t mind if I eat this on my own, right?” she teased back. Admittedly, she hoped he would whine some. He was adorable, in an annoying sort of way, when he did that.
The night sky was calming. The sound of her voice was soothing. He was already having a good time—this was a good way to start being a year older. Perhaps it was his imagination, but hey…he was feeling a bit more mature, too.
Or…maybe not. He just couldn’t contain himself from retorting back with playful remarks when it came to the brunette. The expressions she made were always so endearing. When she’d make a pout, when she’d run her fingers through that long hair of hers…the astronaut leaned in closer toward her. “Well, if you’re talking to an idiot, you’re talking to a much more mature idiot. An entire year older…talk about an accomplishment…please, hold the praise.”
Naturally she’d known the date, and naturally—he was expecting that expression on her face. He was anticipating it. But…he wasn’t expecting what was about to come out of that mysterious basket she’d brought. Was that…oh, my. That was vanilla ice cream, wasn’t it? That was Kaito’s desired flavor—yes, a rather plain choice—but it was always his pick when he’d go out with his grandma for ice cream…so it held a special place in his heart.
There was no way he wasn’t going to eat some of that. Watching her teasingly close the basket, speaking to him in a way that was impishly testing…mouth agape, he crossed his arms…scooting toward her, just a bit. “C-come on, that was just a joke! A joke! There’s no way you’d forget my birthday, and...what’s the fun in eating all that by yourself?! It’d be totally lonely...!” His tone was contrite and hurried…he kept his eyes on her.
“Hey, if I gotta use my hands to eat it, I will…” Which was a pretty odd thing to say, but hey, making the impossible possible…was something he was going to do. And he’d figured this eccentric comment—made with a wink and a wry grin, would get her to comply with a ‘request’ for a spoon and bowl. So much for being a bit more ‘mature’.
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