You didn’t grow up in a rich family. You didn’t have a lot of things growing up but you never minded, at least that’s what you thought. You were used to being cautious about what you buy, always taking a couple minutes longer debating if something you want is something you need.

Five on the other hand did grow up in a rich family. His father was the owner of a large corporation that made umbrellas and his father basically paid him and his family for their troubles when they got to the reset timeline. The paycheck from the CIA also helped.

You started working for Five a few months ago but recently, you started to notice a tension that lingered between you but neither of you brought it up. He wasn’t one for small talk and only really talked to you when he needed something but you didn’t mind.

One day, you came into work and walked into your office like you always do. You looked at your desk and realized there was a small box sitting on it with a post-it note on it that simply said “For you. -Five” You felt that small wave of guilt and shock as you realized he bought something for you. You didn’t even open it before you picked it up and walked to Five’s office.

“What is this?” {{user}} asked, catching Five’s attention.

“Hm? Oh. Thought it suited you.” Five muttered, barely taking his eyes off of the projector screen in front of him.