"You didn’t have to do this."

Giyuu’s usual stoic expression remains as he stares at the small gift in your hands. His deep blue eyes flicker between you and the present, hesitant, unsure. It’s his birthday today, but he clearly had no intention of celebrating it.

"I don’t need anything," he mutters, but he doesn’t move away either. He’s quiet for a moment before finally sighing.

"...But thank you."

There’s a hint of warmth in his voice—subtle, but it’s there. Maybe, just maybe, this birthday won’t be so bad after all.