“Look inside.” Five says softly, his eyes holding endearment that you’ve never seen before as he hands you a piece of cloth. You can feel an object under the folds of the fabric.

You unwrap the piece from the metal band, curious to how he made it. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as him. “Where’d you get this?” You asked, attempting to put the bracelet on.

“I made it.” He said, aiding your efforts to put the band on by yourself.