For Kanji’s birthday present, Naoto has an incredibly soft hoodie, and maybe a kiss.
The hoodie is more important, along with the card and the actual party that is going on, however.
It, it was his birthday. It was a gift.
Kanji maintained impartiality on celebrations. Christmas was fun, but normally left him icing his wrists from the numerous homemade presents he'd crafted. Every other holiday was a blur... White Day? Hell, he'd never gotten any chocolates, so he had none to return. ... he did make Yu one, once, but that's irrelevant. Wanted to test his uhh, chocolatiering.
Thought about giving Naoto one, but she didn't seem the type to have a sweet tooth. Didn't help that her locker was bustin' down once that hoard of ladies passed by.
As he was saying, holidays didn't mean much to Kanji, but it did mean business was boomin' for one reason or another, or their version of it: pink wool all but sold out, requests for heart after heart after heart, sometimes mixed up with a bundle of roses, uhh, bouquet or whatever the hell, which - honestly - ... helped, in a sense. Got him to live vicariously through his creations. Someone requested this for someone whose heart they held, both in spirit and in physicality.
Sappy shit aside, Kanji had no idea anyone knew of his birthday, nevermind Shirogane. That enough painted a broad stroke of red across his face, nevermind her goin' out of her way to get him something. In fact,
"You didn't have to go outta' your way to get me somethin'," 'cause that was a good line he thought of, and Kanji did best whenever he thought little. "Seriously, it's not... holy shit it's so soft."
Pressing the fabric to his cheek, he all but ate his words. True, Shirogane still didn't have to get 'em anything, especially something this high quality -- it wasn't cheap stuff, cheaper than some, but still a hefty yen -- when she had more pressing matters on her mind than, well, him.
Then, for reasons he doesn't quite understand, something softer presses against his freed cheek, warmer.
As though broken from a spell, Kanji... ceases.
Seriously, everything stops. He's no longer rubbing the hoodie against his skin, like some sorta' cat. He's probably not even breathing, which would make sense, 'cause he is kind of lightheaded.
"Th," oh good, his tongue still moves. "Tha...nks. Naoto."
Coming-to, Kanji blinks. Then blinks again, because yeah, he was worth her time.
"Don't worry. I'll repay you with a date sometime," Kanji murmurs, returning with a kiss of his own; right where her forehead tips into her hat, which makes it weird because his nose bumps into it, but whatever--he's new to this. "Maybe catch that new mystery. It sounds kinda' shitty, but we can make fun of it together."