[Sanemi and Gyoumei clearly conspired for Genya's birthday... Maybe because Sanemi was *extremely* unsure what to get his brother that would be welcomed and meaningful. In fact, even though he has the gifts in his hands now, wrapped with great effort but little skill or patience, he's still... Pretty unsure about how Genya will feel about it.
Sanemi commissioned the swordsmiths to make Genya a new shortsword, one adorned with the same hand guard he has on his own sword. It fits snugly into the scabbard Gyoumei had given him.
Another, much smaller gift contains a charm in that same pinwheel shape, and Sanemi sheepishly explains that it goes on his gun. If he wants to put it there. No big deal. Don't worry about it.
The final gift is... More candy! More specifically, it's a box of fancy wagashi in several shapes and flavors that he bought in town. Sanemi figures *this* gift, at least, is pretty certain to be welcome and enjoyed.
He's still not super used to being affectionate at all, but if all goes well, Sanemi will leave him with a fond squeeze of the shoulder. He wouldn't reject a hug, probably, but he's too awkward to initiate one himself.]
[Today has been all about moderation for Genya, and that includes the emotional moments too. He knows what's happening the second he and Sanemi are alone, and despite everything, he still feels anxious about it. Like he expects Sanemi to leave him out on his ass for his birthday, rather than anything else.
It's not fair. He knows that. But his stomach still twists and turns until the moment the first gift is received.
Truthfully, Genya is quiet through most of the affair. He clutches the shortsword a little too tight, knuckles white against it, because otherwise he knows his hands will shake. The charm is handled with much more care -- if you can call quickly shoving it into his breast pocket before he can snap it in half.
At least the candy can be laughed about -- for as long as it takes Genya to shove a gingerly unwrap a piece into his mouth. It keeps him from saying anything stupid while his brain tries to formulate an actual response.
In the end, he doesn't think of it until Sanemi has squeezed his shoulder and turned to leave the room. It's nothing verbal at first -- just an abrupt hug from behind. He's silent for a long few moments, hoping that Sanemi can't hear the way his heart thunks in his chest.
And then:]
Thanks, 'nemi.
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