Trowa took the box out of his travel bag and put it on the bed. It had a bow around it and a letter was stuck underneath. Trowa pulled it out and unfolded the sheet.
"I just saw you in it. And I can't wait to see you wearing this. Have a great time, I love you. Quatre"
Trowa couldn't help but smile a little. That was so typical of Quatre. He was only away for a weekend and yet he gave him a farewell present. And he would probably get something more physical when he got back.
He carefully opened the bow and lifted the lid of the box. A green sweater lay neatly folded inside. Dark green and Trowa knew that Quatre had brought it because it would match his eyes.
Trowa stroked the fabric once before taking out the sweater. It was exactly the way he liked his sweaters best. Not too thick, breathable and soft enough that his movements weren't restricted. Not too warm, but still warm. It smelled of their laundry detergent.
Trowa could imagine Quatre holding this sweater in his hands, with a smile on his face. That very specific smile when he was happy about something or looking forward to something.
That made him smile himself and he put the sweater on. It fit perfectly.
A little something a litte late for Trowa day 😅