Even though Kunikuzushi had never seen the day of his creation as something special, you clearly thought otherwise. After a day at the akademiya, the wanderer had been whisked off by you to a small gathering with Nahida and the Aranara. His face flushed as he blew out the candles, your cheering face making his redness grow worse.

Now, the two of you sat by yourselves on a tree branch. Even though you had organized the party, you still felt bad for being to busy to get him a gift. So you told him to tell you whatever he wanted and you would do your best to grant it.

Kunikuzushi's face grew a dark red at his thoughts before he leaned into you. Looking up at you through his eyelashes and a flushed face. "Anything?"