#they will use it in special occasions omg thIS IS SO GRRRRR ! ! squeeZES HONEY LIKE A TOY

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" —tada! Now, I had to guesstimate a little on the shoulder measurement, but, I think it should work. " it being a very handsomely tailored silk haori... hewn from a pretty fabric: deep red-violet base interwoven with wisps of black and gold, and pale chrysanthemum blossoms embroidered throughout. A tinge flashy, perhaps, but undeniably luxurious; and is that not what someone deserves on their special day?

" Happy birthday, Tomoya-kun— and here's to many, many more."

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOMOYA !

Trying out new clothes felt. . . WEIRD, ━━━ should specify that they mean it in a good way, of course. Rarely do they ever have the necessity to seek out for a change of wardrobe or the replacement of any of their current pieces. Besides the disruptances regarding the prices compared to their gains, Tomoya never found themselves pulled towards anything in particular. Both, their symbolic red haori and the old-fashioned lavender scarf, have lingered by their side for far more than any of the past companions the ronin have had on their travels. They hold SENTIMENTAL value in addition of their practicality, two clothes they have never thought of renewing nor changing any time soon . . . or so they had thought.

When their employer came in with a big box in hand, Tomo couldn’t help but wonder what this was all about. Their incertitude getting an answer when they opened it together. IT WAS A GIFT. A custom-tailored silk haori, similar in shape to the one they are used to be seen with. But in contrast to their worn-out rags, this cloth could inarguably be described as luxurious, with intricate details that made it stand out in every possible way. It's beautiful, refined, unique, something Tomoya would never be able to afford in ordinary circumstances. Their thumb gently brushes over the embroidered blossoms, and for a moment, they surrender to the urge to trace over every detail it possessed. It's so specific to their liking that they are left there, admiring what they considered a piece of art.

❝ Is. . . this really meant for me ? ❞ What a déjà vu, it's as if they have said something along those lines before ( and they sure have ). Before they can ask again, Honey insists with a chuckle, encouraging the ronin to try it on. And once they do, the new garment falls on their shoulders just right. It fits flawlessly and Tomo knows it by the excitement growing her features, her "guesstimate" being completely right on this occasion. ❝ You made it yourself right ? Gods, Honey, it's so ━━ PERFECT. ❞ For someone to pay close attention to the things they like, to know what suits them best and make something out of it. Ah - it's hard to describe the feeling this gives them. Tenderness might be the closest to it. A mix of red hues spread on their cheeks, her smile contagious though a hand tries to cover it up. ❝ I fear a simple 'thank you' won't do, it's just not enough to put into words my gratitude. ❞

A nervous laugh follows after, the flustered look on their face has never been this apparent. ❝ I will treasure it greatly. ❞ More than an employer, Honey truly felt like a friend. ❝ I'll find a way to repay you. Perhaps not in mora but hopefully, with something greater. Please, look forward to it. ❞