@snake-oiled-chief said: "I'm really bad at wrapping gifts, so don't make fun of me...'' Tokage huffed an held out a poorly wrapped green present with a gold bow out for his partner. He ducked his head to hide his blush. "Merry Christmas, Keigo."
❝pssssht, as if i’d make fun. what d'you take me for?❞ ( this, from the man who teases his poor beloved at any given opportunity. with love, naturally; the manner of playful jabbing intended to draw out those cute reactions he adores so much. ) ― he isn’t teasing now, though, despite the temptation to see how much more he can get shino blushing. his hands, wrapped in thick gloves, grip the parcel so gently and carefully that one might mistake it for a delicate thing, sugar-spun and fragile. keigo is simply looking at it: the wrappings ( admittedly, not skilfully presented ) in green and the glimmering gold of the bow catching one’s eyes with that gentle shine. it’s pleasing, to him. it crinkles when he adjusts his hold, moving it into one hand so that he can reach out for shino.
he pulls his beloved close, so that they lean against one another’s sides. there’s an odd feeling clanking around his brain, so noisy that he isn’t too certain how to process it. it isn’t unfamiliar, precisely, to be handed gifts - in his line of work, he’s regularly beset by elderly ladies offering him candy and warm food, and younger fans pressing presents into his hands whether he wants them or not. it’s just that recieving gifts from loved ones is not something he’s all too familiar with. he realises he’s just been staring at it and hastens to begin opening the wrappings, reverent as he does so.
❝you really didn’t hafta get me anything, y'know? hell, you coulda wrapped yourself up in a bow and called yourself my present and i’d have been delighted. actually, if you wanna do that anyway, feel free. still, i really appreciate this - whatever’s in here, i know ’m gonna love it.❞ he’s rambling. weirdly nervous. he’s going to be even more nervous later when he hands over his own gift in return. christmas with a partner - it’s as exciting as it is bizarrely terrifying, uncharted territory.
finally, curiosity getting the better of him, he pulls aside the wrappings to take a look at what’s inside.
Nervous. He was so nervous and it showed.. He never bought gifts, hell, never really paid attention to the holidays at all before-...but now it felt like one of the most important parts of the year when it came to getting Keigo something. But what did a man get a Hero who had it all? What did you get a rich man? What did you get the love of your life to make him know he was everything to you? What did you get him...to make him smile. To be honest, even though he could tell Keigo was joking about the whole just wrapping himself up and calling that a gift, it had actually (briefly) been considered as a good idea...but of course that wouldn’t do, even if it WAS really fucking funny. Bow and everything. But no. He had come to the conclusion that buying him something wasn’t good enough...so he made it instead.
Carefully when opened, Keigo inside would see one beautifully sculpted ring of silver, etched with the tribal artistic curves of am outlined silhouette of a snake winding around the band from one end to the other. Small and symbol but delicate, made with patience and many many long hours of pure dedication for perfection. The gift itself was messy but the silver ring itself was not. In the middle was an amber gem, the same topaz color as the very eyes that now watched the honey gold of his lover for any indication he might not like it. Shino held to Hawks closer, timidly biting down on his bottom lip as he watched the man he loved.
“I-....I made it.” Shino murmured sheepishly. “Took almost six months, I went to jewelry classes and everything for that.” He admitted. “And heh...I was the only guy there in a sea of ladies. It was very strange but worth it. I wanted to make something you could hold tight...to feel like I get to everyday with your feather. To brush against your fingers and know-....know I’m there. And that I-...I love you.” Tokage confessed softly, leaning in to brush his nose against Keigo’s cheek shyly.
“I hope um...it’s okay. Totally didn’t take measurements of your fingers while you were asleep or anything, yep....”
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