There was no way she could forget her older brother's birthday, not in a million years. That messy, misshapen gift (that is, a new pair of headphones) of hers is stretched out to him, the idol's face completely red from mortification. She mumbles her greeting, eyes straying away from her brother's own. "Happy birthday, onii-chan."
it’s clear what she has wrapped up as a present -- they both know that. however, that sort of embarrassing crudeness is like her and one of her charming points, he thinks... not that he’ll voice it to her personally. even though he may not be the greatest brother, even though they may argue and fight, the two of them can still care about each other. ( family isn’t always picture perfect, anyway. )
he tries not to laugh or break the smile that pulls at his lips as he accepts the gift offered to him, a hand lifting to pat at her head affectionately. he’s grateful, he truly is.
‘ thank you, momo. i’ll be sure to take care of this present, okay ? ’ a pause, staring down at it with a smile before he lifts his gaze back up to her face -- she’s still not looking at him out of embarrassment. geez... ‘ hibiya made some cake earlier actually-- you can have some if you want. but it has some... affectionate writing on it, though. ’
