It was Osamu’s 25th birthday. Chuuya had spent the last few months teasing his partner relentlessly that he was only five more years away from being 30, to which Osamu would always remind Chuuya that he was older and therefore closer to the big three-zero. Still, Chuuya teased. Naturally, Osamu teased back.

However, most of the banter between them was a coverup on Chuuya’s part. He had to act as normal as possible as to not hint to Osamu that he had a… surprise, you could say, planned — one Osamu should enjoy very much.

Osamu was at work. Fortunately (for Chuuya, at least), Kunikida believed that just because it was Osamu’s date of birth did not mean he didn’t have to do the loads of paperwork he’s put off for weeks. So, Osamu was stuck in the agency for a while. This was good. This gave time for Chuuya to get dressed. Or, rather, undressed.

The lingerie was lacy and white. It was an expensive brand, so the material was beautifully made and the detail was pretty insane. The entirety wasn’t all lace. Particular areas were a silk-like fabric, soft and gentle on Chuuya’s sensitive skin. Chuuya had meticulously chosen this particular set according to Osamu’s preferences. Chuuya didn’t have any preferences, but Osamu said he looked stunning in white.

Chuuya soaks in the bath before changing into the lingerie so that his skin was smooth and clean and glowy. Afterwards, standing in front of the mirror, Chuuya allows himself to admire the way he looked in the white lace. He felt… attractive.

Chuuya lays himself across the bed. The sheets had been changed to a satin spread, its color a deep, burgundy red. It was velvety soft. The lights were off and candles were lit. It smelt of amber and warm sweetness. Chuuya had a plate of assorted fruits, which he snacked on generously as he waited for Osamu to get home from work. He indulged himself with a bottle of his favorite wine as well, contained in an antique crystal wine glass.