@thirdset ♡
❝ it's your birthday today, right sen — ❞
he cuts himself off, inhaling sharply at the obvious pause in his words as he catches himself falling into old habits. kenjirou averted his gaze, deciding to continue as if his blunder hadn't happened.
❝ happy birthday. ah. semi. ❞ he realizes his voice sounds forced, not out of a struggle to be nice, but rather to drop formalities from their home. kenjirou then holds out a large, brown paper bag, with surprise inside for the older male. a cautious smile follows. inside the bag was an alarming amount of sushi, hopefully with the kind that semi preferred. he remembered from many post-game celebrations back in high school that the other had a taste for a specific kind, but he was slightly embarrassed to admit he had no clue what kind.
❝ I thought — ❞ he hadn’t expected to feel this nervous, his stomach doing flips as he forces himself to make eye contact now, ❝ if you didn’t have any other plans, we could have dinner together? though, I might judge you if you have no other plans aside from spending time with your former underclassman. just saying. ❞