SpicedWineWrites
"Happy birthday, ya' dumbass," he reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers firmly, his sweat smearing around each of their palms, "Can't believe you have gotten yourself killed by now."
"Yeah, well I've got a hard head," Eijirou leaned closer until their foreheads touched he kissed his nose with a feather touch, "You would know that by now."
"Yeah, I also know you like Crimson Riot,"
"No," his eyes widened, "you didn't."
"And if I did?" He finally let Eijirou unwrap the box that had been waiting on his desk.