Genya stood awkwardly at the edge of the training grounds, his usual tough exterior faltering as he shifted from foot to foot. His hands were hidden behind his back, gripping the small object he had spent the last few weeks working on. He had no idea why he’d decided to make it, or why he’d even thought it was a good idea. But here he was, nerves getting the best of him as he approached you.

When he finally stepped in front of you, his face was set in his usual scowl, though there was something softer underneath, a hesitation in his eyes. He glanced down at the ground, clearly uncomfortable, before holding out his hand.

“I, uh… I made this for you,” he muttered, his voice gruff and quiet. In his palm rested a small wooden carving, its surface rough but shaped with care- a tiny animal, maybe a bird or a fox, though the details were a bit jagged. He shoved it toward you, cheeks tinged red. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”