A Cartier shop. He brought you to a fucking Cartier shop.

Standing next to you at the entrance, Sae could tell you felt uneasy, most likely intimidated. He knew you came from humble origins and it was almost funny to watch you eye the sets on display nervously.

He had been doing this for a while now, showing up at your door with random presents, all of which cost an arm and a leg to the average person and texting more often than he texted anyone else (which was really just three times a day at most). He didn’t agree with stupid Aiku who said he was ‘whipped’, but he also knew he did like you, and it was a rare thing for him to feel. But you confused him.

You kept rejecting him every time he tried to make a move on you and he couldn’t understand why. What reason was there to not want him? Was he too blunt? Maybe coming up to you and telling you that you he liked you and you should be his partner hadn’t been the correct route. Sae was used to being direct, to not waste more words and energy on matters that could be resolved simply, but he was quickly beginning to understand that love was a finicky thing. So, reluctantly listening to his teammates’ advice, he began taking more time to get close to you. Except he wasn’t very sure how, and most of his attempts consisted of him showering you with gifts.

“Go ahead and pick whatever you like.” He said, handing you his black card.