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[in his still waking up state, he doesn't hestiate to return the small smile, rubbing his nose with the cuff of his sweater and letting out another yawn.]

Yeah, of course.

[it doesn't occur to him to wonder about why kenma is here; he knows he's always welcome, for all that they usually hang out at the other's place due to it's lack of weird adults. if there's a reason that kenma's here, he's sure it'll be revealed in time. once the other is inside, he leads him up the stairs to his room, making a shushing motion with his fingers when guinevere lifts her head to look at them from her spot in front of katsura's room.]

[ It's an entirely endearing sight and Kenma has to glance away for a moment because of how embarrassed the sudden thought makes him. He sticks close to Tsukishima as they head upstairs, somewhat nervous simply because they don't spend as much time together here as elsewhere.

Besides, there's still the lion...

Which has him reaching out once they're at the top of the stairs, fingers catching at the back of Tsukishima's sweater, while they make the rest of the way to his room. Once they're there, he lets go, shuffling a few steps inside. ]

You should probably go back to sleep once I leave. [ He muses softly, a touch of amusement in his tone. ] You look tired.

[his sleepy brain registers the fact that kenma snags his fingers at the back of his sweater as they pass the lion, and even if it's for a very legitimate reason, the clingy gesture makes his stomach feel warm in the best way possible. he opens the door to his room, kicking a bunch of balloons out of the way (fucking kageyama and hinata and even yamaguchi) until he can make his way over to the bed and sit down on the edge.]

Mm, I might. Not if you're wanting to go somewhere, though. [he's not sure what kenma wants; if they're going to an early bakery event, he'll put his clothes on.]

[ Kenma doesn't laugh, but seeing Tsukishima doing that, and knowing why the balloons are there, definitely amuses him enough for him to if he were more prone to such a thing. He wanders over to the bed, standing a couple steps in front of his friend, and shakes his head, loose hair swaying with the movement. ]

No, that's okay. I just came by to give you something. [ His hands hide away back into his pockets, gaze flicking away from Tsukishima as he opens his mouth to speak again. ] Do you mind holding your hand out? And closing your eyes?

[give him something? the words make him tilt his head to the side, looking up at kenma with one of his eyebrows raised just slightly higher than the other. truly, he wasn't expecting anything from anyone (except yamaguchi, and something obnoxious like the balloons), so his cheeks are a little pink as he holds his hand out and closes his eyes obediently.]

[ Kenma fishes out the present once he's certain the other isn't looking, and places it gently into that waiting hand.

It's a box carefully wrapped with light green paper, and inside Tsukishima will find a small display. It isn't something practical or something particularly useful, but the tiny skeletons had been cute to Kenma, and he'd been looking for dinosaur-related items after talking to Yamaguchi about what their mutual friend likes.

Before Tsukishima might be able to open his eyes and unwrap it, though, he swoops down after psyching himself up for a few moments, pressing slightly chapped lips against his cheek in a chaste kiss before he leans back again. Shifting his weigh from one foot to another, Kenma glances off to the side, looking embarrassed and uncertain. ]

Happy birthday, Tsukishima. I, uhm, wasn't really sure what to get you, so I went out a lot to try and find something you might want... I hope you like it.

[there's a moment of nothing but silence, only interrupted by the sound of kenma rustling around in the pocket of his hoodie. he can feel something light and small being placed in his outstretched palm, and that was what he was expecting.

what he wasn't expecting was for kenma to lean forward, brushing his lips against his cheek so softly and gently it makes his heart throb in his chest. it takes him a moment to open his eyes, and the sight of kenma's pink cheeks makes him feel warm all over, from the tips of his fingers all the way to his toes.

his face is red, so red, but he's smiling as he ducks his head, painstakingly peeling the paper back to reveal the tiny models inside. it's so small and delicate that he brings it close to his face to examine, peering through the glass at the perfectly crafted bones.]

This is. [that was way more emotion in his voice than he was comfortable with, and he clears his throat to try and dislodge some of it.] It's really cool. I've never seen anything like it before. That you went through so much trouble...it means a lot. [he makes himself look up, even if his face is still really red, because he can't let kenma think that any part of this wasn't perfect.] All of this means a lot. Thank you.

[ The kiss had, admittedly, not been an initial part of the plan, but recently, after his talk with Makoto, Kenma had been thinking - a lot - about the kiss Tsukishima had given him. Of course, he still doesn't know what he had meant by it, but despite that it had been something pleasant and he'd wanted to return the gesture in kind.

It's fortunate, for Tsukishima, that Kenma's too busy peering off to the side in his embarrassment to notice most of his reaction, but he does notice the shift in his voice and when he does look at the other, meeting his gaze, he's made entirely relieved by how much his present is liked. ]

Mm. I thought it was cool, too. It really wasn't any trouble though... [ The corners of his lips upturn, and he lifts a hand to tuck his hair behind an ear as his smile widens a fraction before he can help it. ] I'm glad you like it. You're very welcome.

[it seems superficial to think so, but kenma is so pretty that sometimes it hits him like a punch in the stomach. his face is still a little red, and he's smiling as he tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear, and it leaves him momentarily breathless. so unfair. he hides his reaction by studying the little figurines.]

Ah, was this...what you were out doing when I came to pick you up in the rain the other day?

[the thought makes him smile, because he knows that kenma doesn't really like going out; to know that he was so devoted to finding just the right thing makes him want to treasure the gift even more.]

[ And Kenma is completely oblivious of this - he'd never considered himself anything special in any regard, average at the least, so it wouldn't occur to him in the slightest.

He nods, expression returning to muted contemplation. ] Yeah. I didn't have any luck that day finding anything to do with dinosaurs that... seemed right, so I went out again another day.

[ He pauses, mulls over something, and then adds, with a fair amount of amusement in his tone: ] I remembered my umbrella that time, at least.

[the clear amusement in kenma's voice makes tsukishima flash a smile when he answers.] Ah, I'm glad for that. You would have had to be very sneaky if I needed to come pick you up after you bought my birthday present.

[ Another nod, a quirk to his lips; that would have indeed made things a lot more difficult. ]

I probably would've just waited until the rain stopped, or walked through it. [ And probably gotten himself sick because of his poor choice in the lesser of two evils - being sneaky like that sounds like too much work.

Kenma deliberates over his next words for a few moments, before making an offer despite not knowing what other plans Tsukishima might have. As such, he's prepared for a decline. ]

If you're not busy, maybe later we can play a game together, through the network. If you want to, too, I mean.

[tsukishima nudges him gently with his knee.] Please don't ever get yourself sick on my account. [that's pretty much guaranteed to happen if kenma tried to walk all the way home through the rain.]

Ah, and that...sounds really nice. I didn't make any plans for today. My family doesn't really do anything for my birthday anymore, so it's usually just another normal day. [it felt gross and wrong to celebrate without akiteru, and his parents said nothing (at least, to his face) about his decision to distance himself as much as possible from them. therefore, no birthdays.]

[ The sincerity of that entreaty spoken to him has Kenma bowing his head slightly in apology, and though he doesn't answer it's clear that he'll be keeping that wish in mind, not disregarding it. ]

Okay. I won't go easy on you even if it's your birthday. [ Both corners of his lips upturn further, and his gaze glimmers with excitement. ] Text me whenever you feel like playing.

[tsukishima returns that small smile with a smirk of his own.] I'd be offended if you ever went easy on me. Please wipe the floor with me as usual.

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