lureri asked: Gives Chuuya an engagement sword because that's gonna be his gift on this day. There isn't even an attempt to hide the grin that's plastered upon his face. He'd spend weeks finding or rather designing the sword and the engravement that surrounded it. The flowers? Yeah just as much effort was put into them after putting hours upon hours to find things that symbolized love and happiness and then some.
uhhhh , wait , did gojo just give him a damn sword for white day ? talk about a surprise . ( first of all , fucking awesome . even if chuuya himself didn’t tend to use weapons in battle , this one wasn’t going to see anything like that . maybe the closest it would get is sitting above a box of bullets ... ? ) one glance tells chuuya all he needs to know : it’s carefully crafted , probably customized with intricate writing running down the extended , silver edge . polished to absolute perfection , half of him wants to ask what exactly he was doing ... wandering around with a fully crafted and sharp sword . ( did this idiot get on the TRAIN with a weapon !? for once , chuuya hopes he did a trick that allowed him to bypass the need ... but he also didn’t put it past gojo to say he did , just to freak chuuya out momentarily . he can picture it already : a cheesy bounce and a casual “ yup ! “ . )
❝ satoru . . . tell me ya didn’t get on the train with that . ❞ nakahara truly had to ask himself on a weekly basis how this grown ass man wasn’t sitting in the police station looking at bail . ( not that chuuya would leave him there if he was . no , he’d go get him . of course he would . ) still , chuuya takes the large weapon and flowers in his hands , looking them both over . ( chuuya knew the basics of hanakotoba partly from his mentor , kouyou ane - san . . . and the bouquet was perfect . the colors , the types , even the wax paper they were wrapped up with felt smooth under his fingers . ugh . . . was that stupid ? that even small things felt different when he was getting something from saturo ? . . . better not say that corny shit . it sounded like something out of some television romance . ew . )
❝ yer fuckin’ nuts . ❞ the mafioso scolds lightly , shaking his head , but blue eyes are fond nonetheless on their partner and his chosen gifts . he couldn’t say saturo didn’t know him . . . ! with his smile still evident , chuuya looks up with an adjustment of the gifts in his arms . ❝ but . . . ya better be comin’ home with me ---- gotta pick a place ta put this , ya ‘ know ? may need a set of special eyes fer the job . ❞
