@saigonotsuru
a little thing for valentine’s day because kazachi is the otp of otps
His eyes scanned carefully over the arrays of items - accessories, in particular. They varied on a large scales between rings, bracelets, necklaces, and hair pieces. It’s not only limited to that, but those are what his crimson eyes flicked between. He’s never had particular difficulty choosing items, because he usually would base his decisions on the quality or make. This time, however, he had to have Chizuru’s preferences in mind. He knows that Valentine’s Day is around the corner - and though he’s aware that traditionally it is the female who offers a gift this day (and he, in return, on white day) it’s not often he gets chances like this.
Chizuru is a woman often content to window shop, and declines most times he would offer to buy something for her. She knows her place, but she doesn’t take advantage of his willingness - which is a pride he understands, but it disappoints him when he cannot spoil her with anything materialistic (though of course he spoils her in many other ways in place of it). He lets out a small sigh, and the lady at the stall looks at him with a knowing smile. She’s already asked once if she can help - and Chikage has declined the offer. As much as the help would likely be useful, he feels he should choose something for Chizuru of his own accord. Something he would like to see on her, but something that she would also like to wear.
He thinks about how it was he met her - how she was always dressed in an appalling level of disguise as a man, how she was thrust into the middle of a war merely because of her father’s choices. Or at least, because she had simply tried to seek him out. He doesn’t fault her for that - if she hadn’t, he likely wouldn’t have known she existed. That she was alive and well. He looks over the accessories again, and this time he rules out rings. He thinks, if there should be a time she wears a ring, he wants it to be at that time. At least, when it comes to a ring from him in particular anyway. So, with a little more deliberating, he makes his decision. He feels he made an appropriate choice with the simple but elegant hairpiece, and cannot wait for the chance to give it to her in a few days time.
It’s actually the waiting that might prove difficult. Calm and composed as he looks, he can be impatient.
One would never have expected impatience, looking at him over the following few days. He himself had been surprised, and somewhat irked by the sentimentality, that he was looking forward to this day so much. Not only that, but the fact he had also put in thought toward the timing and approach of how to give his gift. Not that he was ever one to beat around the bush about it - but he had to make certain that he got in there first, because he wouldn’t put it past Chizuru to be well aware of the day, too. He took care not to mention it, however, until he was ready.
He comes to a stop on their walk; in a quiet place, where not many people bother to wander. It was a little further than usual, but Chikage had insisted on the adventure. It wasn’t as though Chizuru had been able to explore much at her own leisure before deciding to be by his side - so he thought it might be fun. For her, mostly - for himself, he figured he would be content if it lit up her face with a smile. It’s almost strange how much he’s come to like it, cherish it, and want to see it.
“Chizuru,” he calls out to her as she continues forward - her eyes and mind focused on their surroundings. He had been walking with his arms folded, hands tucked within the sleeves of his traditional clothing, and he unfurls them now in order to reveal a neatly boxed present. Well, actually, he had a little assistance on the wrapping, but the ribbon he had tied himself. Which is probably why it looked rather atrocious in comparison to the vibrant red paper. “Here, hold out your hands.” He holds it out and places it within hers. He might be a little embarrassed, but it’s not unnatural and he doesn’t look away.
Instead, he smiles triumphantly - confidently. “You will definitely like it.”
