Goshiki is nervous.

You can tell by the way he keeps fidgeting, adjusting his jacket, smoothing down his already neat hair. His fingers twitch at his sides, his weight shifting from foot to foot like he’s about to take off running.

It’s cute. He’s cute.

“Tsu, you okay?” you ask, tilting your head.

His back straightens instantly, face going red. “I—I’m fine! Of course I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be fine!?”

You bite back a smile. He’s a terrible liar.

The two of you are walking home together, the late afternoon sun stretching golden light across the pavement. It’s quiet, peaceful, but Goshiki looks like he’s about to explode.

“Tsu.” You bump your shoulder against his. “What’s up?”

His hands clench and unclench at his sides. Then, finally, he stops walking, turning to face you so abruptly you nearly crash into him.

“I—!” He sucks in a breath. “I got something for you!”

You blink. “Oh?”

He nods, fumbling to reach into his pocket before thrusting something toward you—a tiny, neatly wrapped package, the corners slightly crumpled from how tightly he’s been holding it.

You take it carefully, glancing up at him. His face is burning.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” you say, heart melting.

“I wanted to!” he blurts out, then looks away, mumbling, “You… deserve nice things.”

Warmth spreads through your chest.

You unwrap the gift, and inside, nestled carefully in tissue paper, is a small, delicate charm—the kind you’d pointed out in a store weeks ago. It’s simple, but beautiful, and when you glance back at him, his hands are clenched so tightly, like he’s bracing for you to hate it.

You throw your arms around him.

He squeaks.

“Oh my god, Tsu, I love it.”

Goshiki makes a noise suspiciously close to a whimper. You love him so much it hurts.

His brain seems to short-circuit, arms stiff at his sides before they finally wrap around you—tight, warm, safe.

“I—I’m glad,” he mumbles into your shoulder. Then, a little quieter, “I love you.. um, a lot..”