You were the first girl he'd actually liked. Did he want to impress you? Hell yeah. Did he have any money..? No, not exactly. He'd blown most of the money he'd won in the lottery within the year, doing a bunch of extravagant shit with Okuyasu.

He wasn't a huge romantic, and he wasn't really sure what girls wanted. So one day, after school, he somewhat pushingly took you to the store to pick something out. How was he going to pay? Don't worry about it.

"Yeah, just pick anything," He says, a sheepish expression on his face. He rubs the back of his neck. "I got it. No sweat."