#aaaand also to be clear on the exact weapon in the bottom left it's his Second Star

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🌙 Transgressor Yuri moodboard. 🌙

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Hands rise to cover a dreamer's eyes, quiet as a dove, hoping to be as graceful as one.

"Kazuhaaaa, it's me! Aaaand ~ I want you to do me a favor. Trust me, okay?"

With one hand busy, Yoimiya's other clasped his wrist, leading him onward. It wouldn't take long to reach the Naganohara Firework Shop, it hardly ever did, but the anticipation all but ate at her: did he celebrate his birthday, did he want to? Did it bring good memories, bad?

(She wanted to make good ones. Oh Archons above, she wanted to make good ones.)

"Okaaay! You can open your eyes!"

On a table sat prettily before him, a two-tiered cake: an autumn-whisked landscape on the highest, parted only by a beginning stream - which then continues downward, downward, pooling into the bottom tier. The coloring isn't exact; Yoimiya isn't a baker, but Yoimiya aimed for accuracy where she could, such as in the leaves which so often adorned his work, his fabrics, the very same leaves spotted in that warm spring she sought to bring to life.

"I know it's not much, but I also have this," Yoimiya departed his side for all but a moment, returning with a colorful sheath - red paneled; descending into pearly white. "This is just part one! This..."

Yoimiya tugged the sword free, gesturing now toward its handle.

"I made it - so it's easier for your hands," she glanced his bandaged knuckles, "It's soft. And, and it matches your outfit! Aaand the sheath! And I added," a charm dangled, silver-tinted and consisting of a singular leaf, and a singular spark. "This, so we're always together! Happy birthday, Kazuha."

Huh, this time she was actually pretty quiet. Mostly he could tell whenever she approached because of her geta. They would always crunch the dirt or knock against the wooden floors but this time she took care to not make a single sound that he might as well call her a kunoichi at this point. Still, once she told him the purpose of her blindfolding him all that was left to do was trust her and move along with her.

Through the streets of Inazuma the scent of sulfur touches his rather sensitive nose, anywhere with that amount of of firepower was surely the shop where she worked. Slowly she leads him inside and then something sweet hits his noise, was that the scent of a cake..or cookies? He could not tell immediately but all the answers were clear the moment she bestowed the ability to see once more onto him. “Ohhh..”

Kazuha was caught off guard, such a well-made cake. Grand and he could tell a lot of heart was poured into its creation, it was enough to make any grown man cry if he was totally honest. “It’s such a lovely cake, did you bake this all by yourself my beloved?” Kazuha asked with curiosity as she left temporarily and then returns with both sheathe and sword.

Slowly he reached forward and held the weapon, he held it horizontally over his free arm, eyes inspecting the steel, fingers gripping comfortably upon the hilt. He felt the comfort that was added specifically for him, even if he does suffer phantom burns every now and then, THIS hilt will serve him quite well. He even took a look at the little trinkets, a leaf and a spark that would otherwise be a tiny explosion. 

A warm smile was seen on Kazuha’s face as he reached forward and quickly embraced Yoimiya. “This is the first time in a long time since I’ve celebrated my birthday..and you’ve singlehandedly made this the best one ever..how would I ever be able to repay you for the joy that filled my heart?”