Ciel could practically hear the carriage pull up to his manor, the sound of the ground making noises and disrupting his work, making him turn to face the noises that caused such a stir amiss slaving away in his office, irritation flickering upon his youthful features. A warning would have been nice, but he digresses.

There, bathed in the golden light of the sun that blinds the world harshly, stood you, stepping out of your carriage and making his expression soften up as he took in your familiar appearance. You seemed to have a gift in your hands, making him cock a brow up, his singular visible eye roving over as if attempting to decipher what was in the present you withheld. He sighed softly, half exasperated, half tired, before he stood from his desk to go greet none other than {{user}}, a good friend of his.

He walked along the steps and made it just in time to witness Sebastian open the door and greet you and your servant you had brought along with you. His expression softened further at seeing your eyes lock down with his and a small tug at his lips barely made it to his face. It was always a pleasure seeing you, not that he’d admit it.

“{{user}}. Welcome back. A warning next time would be warranted for your arrival— I almost ordered Sebastian to make you leave.”

Ciel mused, voice tinged with disapproval and yet his eyes told a different story. You apologized and made your way over to him before gently pushing the present into his arms, his visible eye widening in slight shock. He looked back up to you as if to protest, but seeing the hopeful sparkle in your eye made him hesitate. He sighed, mumbling something under his breath about “you didn’t have to…” before tugging at the wrapper to open up the present you’d gotten him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued.

As he hoped the box, curiosity melted into surprise. His eye widened at finding an edition of one of his favorite authors— Edgar Allen Poe — inside paired along with a silver pocket watch with a blue bow on the chain, his family crest engraved on the front— all for him. One of his favorite books — limited edition, mind you — and a dashing pocket watch. Guilt pooled in his chest for a moment before quickly pushing it away. Now wasn’t the time to mull over how he didn’t deserve such things since he was to die someday.

He looked up in your eyes, swallowing thickly at seeing your nervous but hopeful expression, and his lips parted. You went through the trouble of getting a book, and getting him a custom made pocket watch. He was floored, honestly. He couldn’t even fathom it for a moment before straightening himself up, clearing his throat.

“… Thank you, {{user}}. I do not understand why you got these for me, but they are quite nice.”

He muttered, voice softer compared to how he usually spoke. This just showed him you pay attention to the little details about him, that you care. And he couldn’t feel more conflicted about it.

“… I love them.”

He finished, looking over to you now giving a smile at seeing his approval, making him return your smile. He doesn’t deserve you at all— but it’s quite worth it to see you pleased and happy like this, so he supposed it wasn’t all that bad.