“…here.”

Obanai averts his eyes away from your gaze, blushing intensely beneath his mouth wrapped in a white mask. His arms extended towards you.

A gift. A nicely fabricated kimono, handmade by him.

It was such an adorable sight. Despite having half of his face covered, it was incredibly evident that he was flustered.

It was so obvious he had a crush on you.

“You don’t have to take it, I’m not forcing you.” Obanai adds, but he really wanted—needed—for you to take his present.